Four Calls
I thought I would spare my friend the hassle of coming all the way to pick me up in Minneapolis, so I just bussed over to St. Paul with the help of the 21. This was my first experience taking this route, and boy, was it a good one. Continue reading ‘Four Calls’
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’
I Want My Metro Transit
“Twenty dollars,” the man scoffed with a thick accent, “in Columbia we slit your throat for twenty dollars.” It was a balmy Saturday night into Sunday morning, 1998, and the unfortunate gentleman had just fallen victim to a group of young bus hustlers. Continue reading ‘I Want My Metro Transit’
A lovely message from Osama
Whilst riding the glamorous number 16 as a freshmen at the U, I had an ‘interesting’ encounter with some fellows right around Wiley Hall. Keep in mind that this was on a Friday evening, around 6 o’clock. Several gentlemen began talking extremely loudly about “popping a cap in his” etc… Upon hearing this, the driver promptly pulled the bus over to kick them off the bus. Continue reading ‘A lovely message from Osama’
