Tip-toeing to the bathroom
One morning while on the bus we were stopped at a very busy intersection where two city streets meet. I looked up to see that the light was green for us, and cars were passing us in the left lane. I wondered why we weren’t moving, and I looked out the window to see our bus driver rapidly tip-toeing to the gas station right next to us. Continue reading ‘Tip-toeing to the bathroom’
Who’s got the keys to the bus?
This happened about fifteen years ago to a driver named Chuck. He was making his last trip of the night, from Hennipen and Lagoon to Selby and Snelling. This was back in the days of paper transfers, when the driver would tear a transfer off a book mounted in the transfer cutter. The transfer cutter had a small metal box attached which was unimaginatively called the cutter box. Earlier in the night a set of keys had been turned in to Chuck and he dropped them in the cutter box. Continue reading ‘Who’s got the keys to the bus?’
