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Grandma in a candy store
My grandma, who is from a small town in Iowa, was coming back from a trip out East to visit her daughter. She had left her car at my place while she was gone. I was supposed to pick her up at the airport, so I thought - why not leave the car at home and pick her up on the train? Continue reading ‘Grandma in a candy store’
My bus hottie
My husband and I met on the 134 when we were both commuting from Highland Park to downtown Mpls. Most people keep to themselves on this commuter route, and I certainly didn’t have the guts to speak to him. For about a year, I called him my bus hottie and would occassionally fill my friends in on sightings. Continue reading ‘My bus hottie’
I’m going to talk about money
I missed the express bus and needed to hop on the ’slow boat’ 4 heading north into downtown. Around 36th street a woman got on - probably in her 50th, looking a little ragged - and sat in the front row next to a professional looking man. Continue reading ‘I’m going to talk about money’
Smelly Red Jacket Guy
I ride the 11C from downtown every weekday. If I ride the 5:04 bus, 9 times out of 10, a 50’s-ish gentleman (stretch of the term, really) inevitably sits with me, should I have happened to find an open seat. This wouldn’t bother me normally, but this particular guy in a red jacket, is a smoker, who has obviously just put out his cigarette the moment the bus opens the door. (let’s call him “Smelly Red Jacket Guy”) Continue reading ‘Smelly Red Jacket Guy’
