A true romantic?
So the details on this story are a bit fuzzy since I didn’t discover bus tales till today, but a while back on my bus ride home from downtown, an older gentleman in a wheelchair boarded the bus. Almost immediately he struck up a conversation with a college-aged girl and soon he was saying that he wished he was younger because he really felt they had a connection. Continue reading ‘A true romantic?’
The hot chick
During the summer of 2006 I had a very early pullout on the 3–5:15AM, to be exact. It left downtown St. Paul at 5:25. Each morning while waiting to leave on the first trip a woman in her late forties and a man in his late twenties would come down Cedar toward the bus. She was a bit overweight and had snow white hair. Continue reading ‘The hot chick’
