I Drove the Getaway Bus
I was driving an eastbound 21. A man boarded at Marshall and Cretin, carrying a loaded pillow-case (not unusual - there’s a laudromat up the street). He just walked past the farebox; after a block or two I asked for his fare. “I showed you my pass” he said. I asked to see it again, as I’d missed it. Continue reading ‘I Drove the Getaway Bus’
Private Pillow
My most embarressing moment in riding the bus for 20 years is the time some man got on the bus. His eyes looked a little buggy. He moved slow. He sat right down next to me on the first seat. I knew something was going to happen by the way he looked. And it did! Right away he toppled over. Passed right out on my lap! Continue reading ‘Private Pillow’
