Posts Tagged pillow
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, [...]
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! [...]
