Good hard thwacks
I ride early enough in the morning that most of the time I get a seat to myself. Some mornings are packed for some reason, and for some reason the same lady used to always seems to sit next to me. I get on before she does so I end up with a window seat and I get off before she does. I’ll say “excuse me,” stand up, and wait. She kind of barely turns her legs out toward the aisle so I have to squish my butt past her. Continue reading ‘Good hard thwacks’
A little pee pee
Last summer I was riding the 24 downtown to go to Target and an elderly woman about 3 or so feet tall (she was a Little Person) was sitting on the front facing seat nearest to the front of the bus. She pulled the cord to stop around 4th Ave, got down from her seat, and walked off the bus. We all noticed that the back of her pants was wet. Continue reading ‘A little pee pee’
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’
