Who’s got the keys to the bus?
This happened about fifteen years ago to a driver named Chuck. He was making his last trip of the night, from Hennipen and Lagoon to Selby and Snelling. This was back in the days of paper transfers, when the driver would tear a transfer off a book mounted in the transfer cutter. The transfer cutter had a small metal box attached which was unimaginatively called the cutter box. Earlier in the night a set of keys had been turned in to Chuck and he dropped them in the cutter box.
On this last trip a rather large young fellow got on the bus and told Chuck to take him to the VA. Chuck said he was sorry, but the bus didn’t go to the VA. The young fellow told Chuck, “You don’t understand, you ARE taking me to the VA.” At that moment he started dancing around and saying he had to use the bathroom. Chuck graciously opened the door and told him to go find a bush and he’d wait. The fellow said he wasn’t a fool because as soon as he got off the bus Chuck would drive away.
While the fellow was turned away Chuck turned off the master switch of the bus and reached into the cutter box and grabbed the keys he had gotten earlier. When the fellow turned toward him Chuck handed him the keys and said, “These are the keys to the bus, so I can’t drive off. You use the bathroom and I’ll take you to the VA when you get done.” The fellow got off the bus, believing he had the bus keys, Chuck closed the door and drove off.
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