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 smoker, who has obviously just put out his cigarette the moment the bus opens the door. (let’s call him “Smelly Red Jacket Guy”) Continue reading ‘Smelly Red Jacket Guy’
Trashy newspapers
Its early fall on Nicollet ave. I’m waiting for the #9. I gradually notice that there is a person (a woman I think) with heavy coat, hat, scarf, mittens standing near the bus stop. In fact she is so heavily dressed that all that is visible is her eyes. Yet its 50 degrees outside. Continue reading ‘Trashy newspapers’
