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I Want My Metro Transit
“Twenty dollars,†the man scoffed with a thick accent, “in Columbia we slit your throat for twenty dollars.†It was a balmy Saturday night into Sunday morning, 1998, and the unfortunate gentleman had just fallen victim to a group of young bus hustlers.
Chatty Guy
I ride the 663 every morning from Minnetonka to downtown Minneapolis. I have seen the same guy twice every day (inbound and outbound) for the last 2 years. He has become known to some of us as “Chatty Guy.”
His “Earth Angel”
I’d started working at the university and decided to take the bus to ease my commute stress, and be nice to my pocketbook and the earth at the same time. A few of the people on the 760 knew each other and chatted a lot, but everyone got big grins and sincere “good morning!”s from [...]
Cheetos in the a.m.
I had been a regular using the 460 to and from downtown Minneapolis for a couple of years. I had no previous bus experience and there were many days of annoying behaviors from my fellow passengers. I never got used to stupid, Jack-holes, that insist on believing everyone is interested in their loud cell phone [...]
Justice on the Bus
“I’ve got your back.†Not words I am used to hearing, not in real life, certainly not directed at me. Until yesterday on my way home from work, I’ve never had occasion to feel emboldened by these words. It felt great. For the first time ever I could detect a hint of the security one [...]
Man of 1,000 Schedules
About once or twice a week, an elderly gentleman would get on my bus, and ride just two blocks south, to catch the 17 going into the city. That in it’s self isn’t unusual. He would board, pay his fare, and ask for two bus schedules, one for him, and one for his buddy. [...]
Colored Suit Man
This isn’t a story about one event in particular, but rather a fond narrative of my favorite character who rides the bus. There are many people who play bit parts in my life – the excessively friendly guy who helps me at Caribou every morning; the guy who flirts with me when I buy groceries [...]
Mildred, the Church Lady
Mildred, the Church Lady, from Minnetonka took the bus every day to connect to the 12 going downtown, to go to Mass at St Olaf’s. One day she wasn’t there. Then a week weny by. I got worried, she usually never missed a day, much less a whole week. I called the local police to [...]
Braided rugs on her head
Does anyone know what the story was/is with the woman who would ride the bus with about a foot of what looked like braided rugs or something stacked on her head, tied down to her head with a scarf type thing? Probably around 1992 last time I saw her. Who am I to [...]
Trip gone awry
I ride the 260. When that route is unavailable, I will take the 94 instead. This way, I can catch the 84 going north on Snelling Ave. and get back to the Rosedale Park and Ride. The best part about riding the bus are the experiences you have when even one part of your trip [...]
