Russian book
I was riding the #6 back from a movie at the U during the summer of 2007, and to pass the time, I was reading a mystery, “The White Bulldog” by Boris Akunin, a Russian author. (I was reading it in English translation.) Continue reading ‘Russian book’
The Devil and his devoured book
I have been looking for an outlet to this story for quite some time. I work in Nordeast so I typically ride the 6 downtown then transfer to the 10 or i just ride the 17W. This particular day I was riding the 10. After crossing the bridge on Hennepin, a man entered the bus. I was reading so i didn’t pay much mind to him. He was an older man wearing black jeans, and a black coat. Wrapped loosely around his neck was a red scarf. Continue reading ‘The Devil and his devoured book’
Check the destination
I drive the 722 all day. People don’t realize that when I am done with my shift I change route to the 604. So in the evening they do not read the destination sign on the bus. When they ask where I go I tell them down basslake rd. They hop on the bus and as soon as I get to highway 81 they come up to the front of the bus and ask me if I go to the starlite center, brooklyn blvd. This is an everyday occurance, I might as well talk on the mic so they do not waste a trip to ask me. Sometimes I wish I had a profession as tour guide for the twincities. I would not need a second job.
Proofread my love letter
Bakersfield, California. 105 degrees, and I am waiting for the 2 to show. At the bus stop is a guy who, for whatever reason, is wearing a heavy flannel shirt. Out of nowhere, he asks, “Can I ask you what your opinion of this is?” I didn’t really say yes or no, and had no idea what he was referring to. As we board the bus, he proceeds to tell me that he has written a love note to his fiancee, and he is unsure whether he should give it to her or not. Continue reading ‘Proofread my love letter’
