A dead f’r
A guy gets on the bus, talking loudly on his cellphone. It was pretty crowded that day but every single person was listening to this guy, whether you wanted to or not. Continue reading ‘A dead f’r’
Dale is dead
Back on St. Patrick’s Day in March 2001, a friend and I were riding the 6 from downtown to uptown and the bus was crowded with a bunch of rowdy, drunk, cheerful fratboy types. We were smooshed in amongst them in the back of the bus, and as the bus began to empty of passengers as it made its way through uptown, we all noticed a group of NASCAR fans with their #3 jackets sitting together in a group in the front. Continue reading ‘Dale is dead’
Sleeps with the buses
About 7 years ago, I rode the entire route from downtown St. Paul to its layover back them near the Uptown Rainbow. I was really pregnant at the time, and few people will give up their seats for a pregnant woman. Strangely, this packed bus, with people standing in the aisle had one open seat- next to an obviously homeless, very dirty man who appeared to be sleeping. Continue reading ‘Sleeps with the buses’
