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’
I’m listening honey
I was sitting in the front of the bus directly across from this older couple, easily in their 70’s. The man was wearing a worn out red baseball cap pretty low and it cast a shadow on his face. The woman was all dolled up with make up and in a talkative mood. I think she was speaking Chinese. Continue reading ‘I’m listening honey’
Will you tutor me?
Waiting for the 19 at a stop in Cedar-Riverside, I was approached by a eager-looking guy, also waiting for a bus, who asked me in broken English for my name. As an ESL tutor, I was more than happy to help him practice his English, so I told him my name without hesitation. He then asked me a string of questions about my life, which seemed well within the scope of my ESL classes, so I gave him truthful answers and willingly fed the conversation, convinced that this was a valuable learning opportunity for him. Continue reading ‘Will you tutor me?’
Will you marry me?
I got on the Selby-Lake bus heading toward Minneapolis and a man sat down in front of me and began proposing marriage and even went so far as to try to put a ring on my finger.
