Kittens in a Backpack - a Bus Haiku
Tough boy with shaved head
Holds a backpack on his lap.
The pack is not still.
Two kittens peek out.
He kisses one’s head softly,
Then closes the pack.
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Santa can’t use the reindeer
The 17 is one of those curious bus lines that come out of downtown, mixing the suits, bums, students, uptowners, retail workers, and the unusually usual cast of the urban theater. On one particular afternoon I was heading back from the U and the 17 Southbound had just crossed the I-94 canyon. The riders were the typical mix of everything and everyone, it was relatively quiet, and everyone had the look of routine. Continue reading ‘Santa can’t use the reindeer’
Juggling the ‘cakes
Okay- so the other day I hopped on the 4 in the morning on my way in to work. I had a pair of cute tall black boots on that have a fairly high heel. I was bringing in some cupcakes to work that day- so I had the pan of ‘cakes in one hand and my wallet with my bus pass in the other hand. Continue reading ‘Juggling the ‘cakes’
Plenty of open seats
I was riding the 7 bus from downtown Minneapolis to the Seward neighborhood at about 4pm. The bus was only half full, so there were plenty of open rows of seats. I decided to take a seat in the front of the bus where there was plenty of room and hopefully no one to sit right next to me. As the bus was reaching the end of Washington, a large, tall, somewhat scruffy guy started to walk up the aisle from the back of the bus. Continue reading ‘Plenty of open seats’
