Posts Tagged cigarette

Casualty of a Hit and “Propped Up”

I saw the poor thing on the side of the road near a bus stop, casualty of an over night hit by a car I assumed. About 2 hours later, on another pass down this street on my route, it was “propped up” on the bench. I saw it, and did a double take. I [...]


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, [...]


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 [...]


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 [...]


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.


Is this the bus?

Last week I pulled into a bus stop because someone was sitting in the bus shelter. The man got up and stumbled to the outside of the shelter, propped himself up-somewhat and cigarette hanging out of his mouth asks, “Is this the bus?”


Pajamas and a bath robe

In the early ’80s I had a night route on the 21. Once, at about 11PM, the bus was westbound approaching Lake and 36th. There was a bright moon, making everything stand out in sharp relief. The night was warm for January and there had been a good deal of snow that [...]


Nemo, the unluckiest driver

This is a story about ‘NEMO’, his nickname will become apparent shortly. He drives the service 36, [a single deck route]. One day he is on route for his terminus which is right outside the Scottish Parliament at Holyrood, he has a full load of passengers mostly Japanese and American tourists. He reaches the [...]


Someday when you’re older

I was on the bus the other night when two thirteen years old got on and was sharing a transfer. The bus driver told them only one transfer per person. When they got seated one of them pulled out a cigarette and starting smoking. The bus driver pulled over and told them [...]