Four Calls
I thought I would spare my friend the hassle of coming all the way to pick me up in Minneapolis, so I just bussed over to St. Paul with the help of the 21. This was my first experience taking this route, and boy, was it a good one. Continue reading ‘Four Calls’
Oversized Mobility Scooter
I wait for my bus line 2 while I am sitting in my power wheelchair (normal size) at 22nd/Franklin Ave, rolled into secured area. While riding my bus to the Lyndale/Franklin Ave, I saw a oversized mobility scooter at Bloomington/Franklin Ave, the elderly woman’s scooter face forward onto the lift, the driver told elderly “Turn around and backward onto lift”, she little bit of fericous (sp?) and not want go backward instead she using forward onto the lift, the scooter went into wheelchair secured area next to me. Continue reading ‘Oversized Mobility Scooter’
Hunting for it’s next victim
I was hardly awake as I stepped onto the 94 as I always had to make my way into downtown Minneapolis. The driver was running late. The bus only had room for me to stand - banishing me from my morning routine of zoning out to passing urban scenery. Continue reading ‘Hunting for it’s next victim’
Can’t take a joke?
About thirty years ago a driver reported for work at Snelling Garage and was given the white cane that he had previously turned in to Lost and Found. When he went out to make relief that day he donned dark glasses and boarded the bus using the cane. After he sat in the seat he asked, “Would somebody tell me when the light goes green.” He was reported for the act and fired. It seems that the people who manage Metro Transit [and who spend their lives being a joke] can’t take a joke.
