The hot chick
During the summer of 2006 I had a very early pullout on the 3–5:15AM, to be exact. It left downtown St. Paul at 5:25. Each morning while waiting to leave on the first trip a woman in her late forties and a man in his late twenties would come down Cedar toward the bus. She was a bit overweight and had snow white hair. He was built better than average and looked better than average–but not by much. They were obviously on very friendly terms. When it was time for the bus to leave, he would board and she would enter the building by the bus stop.
This first trip was a 3A, so it went down Maryland. The fellow from downtown sat halfway back on the right side every morning. At Grotto a woman got on who, shall we say, called attention to herself. She was in her late thirties-early forties but she was not ready to let go of her role as the hot chick. She regularly wore skirts so short they’d embarrass a sixteen year old. She was partial to hot pink clothes and heels. And she could make it work. She had the legs for those short skirts, the shape for those clothes and a very fine face. When she got on she went strait to the fellow who had just said good-bye to another woman downtown. They rode along with their heads together until they got off at Snelling and Como. Then they went out the back door, crossed the street behind the bus and then went to catch the southboound 84. Apparently they thought that by going out the back door no one would notice them going to catch the same bus. Not much chance of that because the heads of most of the men riding the bus rotated in such a manner as to follow the movements of Ms Hottie.
One day the young man stopped riding, at which point Ms Hottie stopped riding. I always wondered if he had gotten caught by one or both of the women he was juggling. I’ve seen Ms Hottie a couple of times since then, though not on the bus. Once was at the Cub grocery on Rice and she was still partial to hot pink and heels.
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