It’s the cops!
In the spring of ’05 my friend Rebecca and I were taking the 4 southbound to meet some friends at the Bulldog. The route usually heads out of downtown Minneapolis on Hennepin and then Lyndale, in an exchange that proves to be a bit hairy in rush hour, but usually passes without incident.
However, this time the exchange was a clusterfuck and the bus stayed on Hennepin past the Walker/Guthrie. A very agitated rider yells to notify the driver. So, at Franklin, where it is clearly marked no left turn, the bus takes a left and heads down Franklin to meet up with Lyndale again. The bus driver is then waiting for riders to get on or off at Lyndale and Franklin. The problem? All of the potential riders are looking north for their southbound bus.
The bus driver waits. Honks. Finally, some folks see the bus and one starts to cross the street without looking and is almost rundown by a car; the whole process was breaking down with a great deal of absurdity. We turn onto Lyndale and feel like the bus has regrouped.
As we approached the 26th street stop, a cop car pulls in front of the bus. Holy crap the cops are pulling us over. We exit, as it’s our stop and its clear the bus isn’t going anywhere for a while. We pass the cops, the driver, and a tattletale rider. I think she may have been the one that yelled at driver in the first place. She started telling the cops “And another thing!!! He also…” then we couldn’t hear her as we crossed the street and entered the Bulldog.
Thankfully, our friends were already at our favorite table which provides a window view. We watched as a bus full of riders had to wait for he next bus.
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