Picked up on a bus

So I get off the train from the airport coming back from a business trip out of state and am waiting for the six to take me home downtown. I’m just hanging out with my bag when this girl that had been standing there before I got there comes up and asks me where I had been. I think she’s probably a crazy lady because she’s talking to me, a total stranger.

Anyway, I politely answer her questions but I don’t really look at her or attempt to engage in a conversation. But she keeps at it and eventually I warm up a little and ask her about her self. We end up having a really long conversation on the bus and I totally miss my stop, ending up at the end of the line. But she was cute! And I got her number. I don’t think a girl has ever picked me up on a bus before. Oh, Minneapolis.

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