Free floating gherkins

Has anyone else ridden the bus next to or near strange items? In my many years of riding the bus, I have had some strange co-passengers. Once I was going to St. Paul, and I rode near a large mound of cooked macaroni noodles. I am sure everyone has ridden by the occasional apple core or half eaten bananna, but I am talking out of the ordinary stuff.

Another time I almost sat on some free floating gherkins. Come to think of it, I think my friend once told me about riding next to an afro (not a person with an afro, but just an afro.)

Sigh, I love the bus. I am not a Minneapolis expat, but I remember fondly my many trips on the bus…the sound of air compressing as the doors open.

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