I know that ain’t my stop
I was riding the 724 to downtown Minneapolis at about 10:30 AM. There was a couple directly behind me having a conversation. I didn’t pay much attention to what they were talking about, but the man was slurring his speech and sounded intoxicated. We got downtown, and we were between the first and second stops (stuck in traffic) when the the man got up and approached the back door. Continue reading ‘I know that ain’t my stop’
