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The Jungle Minx
This morning I came across a rare bus breed: the jungle minx. This woman had on tight, leopard print stretch pants, a puffy, zebra print coat, a leopard-print scarf, and a large, black fur hat. I don’t know what the fashion rule is about mixing animal prints but I’m pretty sure she broke it.
Any milk in that digit?
I was riding in the back of the No. 10 down Central Avenue the other day on the way to downtown Minneapolis very early in the morning. A woman got on with a little girl who looked to be about 5 or 6 years old. Continue reading ‘Any milk in that digit?’
Curled Nose Hairs
I never like to stand on the bus-as there is no good place for a stander to stand. I am fairly short so reaching up for one of the little straps that hang down is completely awkward and if I am in the aisle between seats I feel like I am breathing down others’ necks plus I catch myself peering over to read their book/newspaper. The worst is when you have to stand towards the front of the bus and face directly towards a person sitting and staring directly at you- I mean where are your eyes supposed to go? Continue reading ‘Curled Nose Hairs’
Orange, come back home
One day I was merrily riding to work on the 17 with my gym tote, purse, and lunch bag in tow. I had chosen a seat on the vertical bench seats in back to allow myself extra room and since there was no one sitting on my left side, I used the space to set my paraphernalia. I got out my book (I was reading Wicked at the time, and due to the fact that I read slower than the illiterate, I’m still reading it - 10 months later) and started losing myself in the pages. All was well until the driver rounded the corner at Hennepin and 24th Continue reading ‘Orange, come back home’
