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?’
My bus hottie
My husband and I met on the 134 when we were both commuting from Highland Park to downtown Mpls. Most people keep to themselves on this commuter route, and I certainly didn’t have the guts to speak to him. For about a year, I called him my bus hottie and would occassionally fill my friends in on sightings. Continue reading ‘My bus hottie’
Harry the lady lover
I was riding my bus last week when a particularly chatty and loud man (let’s call him Harry) got on a few stops after me. Harry was talking to the people sitting around him when a woman got on the bus a few stops later. She had a plaid coat with a fur collar, and Harry asked if he could buy it for his wife. Continue reading ‘Harry the lady lover’
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’
