Posts Tagged pants
Deepest reaches of his personhood
A rotund dude got on the bus wearing a track suit. It was pretty crowded, and I was sitting near the back. He put some coins in the fare box and proceeded to walk towards an open seat. The bus driver called him back because he was a bit short. He walked back and while [...]
Recall the horror
Late one night I was riding the 54 in downtown Saint Paul. It was the usual crowd riding the bus, workaholics & homeless people. After a few blocks I noticed a rancid smell, almost like vomit. I didn’t notice it when I got on the bus, but it was fairly strong. [warning: gross content]
Don’t wet your sweatpants
Heading north on the 14, I had forgotten that the Vikings game would release its masses at about the time my bus would reach the outer limits of downtown. It was pouring out for most of the day but many people didn’t have umbrellas, including
A little pee pee
Last summer I was riding the 24 downtown to go to Target and an elderly woman about 3 or so feet tall (she was a Little Person) was sitting on the front facing seat nearest to the front of the bus. She pulled the cord to stop around 4th Ave, got down from her seat, [...]
I didn’t pee my pants
For the last few weeks I’ve been really into a book, “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.” Yesterday, on my ride home I was getting close to the end so I was especially absorbed. The half hour ride from downtown to the Midway was over in a minute and as we were pulling [...]
