20 cigarettes before the bus
With ipod in tow, I sat next to the window, shut my eyes and put trust in the driver to get me to work. A little Tripping Billies from DMB Crash album got me to humming a bit. While I did not realize I was a humming, a sharp bump from the bus, opened my eyes to find the two in front of me and the woman next to me staring at me. Continue reading ‘20 cigarettes before the bus’
Trashy revenge
This is more of a waiting for the bus stop story. It happened at the 16/50/21 stop in Midway going to Minneapolis–Albert St, I think. I was reading, waiting for the 50 going to Mpls. This guy pulls his hand out of his pocket and his transfer falls on the ground. I tell him and he said he needed a new one anyway and he left it on the ground. Then, and maybe this was stupid of me, I said “Well, then, you threw trash on the ground.” Continue reading ‘Trashy revenge’
Smelly Red Jacket Guy
I ride the 11C from downtown every weekday. If I ride the 5:04 bus, 9 times out of 10, a 50’s-ish gentleman (stretch of the term, really) inevitably sits with me, should I have happened to find an open seat. This wouldn’t bother me normally, but this particular guy in a red jacket, is a smoker, who has obviously just put out his cigarette the moment the bus opens the door. (let’s call him “Smelly Red Jacket Guy”) Continue reading ‘Smelly Red Jacket Guy’
Better than medieval lords
Last night I was waiting for the 50 by the armory, which was being used as a distribution point for the Salvation Army toy give away. Needy people were going in and coming out with big red bags full of toys. Continue reading ‘Better than medieval lords’
