Bastard
After waiting about half an hour on St. Patrick’s Day for the 3 to take me and three of my friends from the Como neighborhood into campus for a bar, we watched the bus pick up three people waiting at the stop a half block away and switch on the drop-off only sign.
Bastard.
Goosed
It was St. Patrick’s Day, 2007, I was riding the 63 from Grand and Fairview down to the 7th street bars. We pulled over to pick up some passengers and this homeless man was obviously drunk as he struggled to even make it to the bus door. Sitting in front of me was this very proper older lady who was knitting. The drunk man got on the bus and sat in front of this woman even though the bus was practically empty. He began talking (to no one in particular), but then began talking to this woman. Continue reading ‘Goosed’
