I’m listening honey
I was sitting in the front of the bus directly across from this older couple, easily in their 70’s. The man was wearing a worn out red baseball cap pretty low and it cast a shadow on his face. The woman was all dolled up with make up and in a talkative mood. I think she was speaking Chinese. Continue reading ‘I’m listening honey’
Nothing turns a girl on more
Coming home from my brother’s late one night this past winter, I hopped on the 21 to Uptown. About two stops into my ride, a man got on and sat next to me on an otherwise empty bus. I, of course, was pretending to be sleeping, but there’s something about an uninterested person that makes people want to talk. Either that, or the need for money… Continue reading ‘Nothing turns a girl on more’
Sleepy behind the wheel
The best bus stories are told in the garages where drivers swap tales. Perhaps there is a shared need to confirm that each is not the only one experiencing some of the strangeness that occurs out there. One day there was a discussion of getting sleepy while behind the wheel. John mentioned that he was once stopped at the railroad tracks on West Seventh. “I looked up and the train was passing, I looked up again and it was long gone.” Booker said, “I was stopped at the light on Snelling and University when I dozed off. A woman tugged my sleeve and said the light was green and I could go. I tried to play it off by saying I was reading my paddleboard [schedule]. She asked if I snored when I read.
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’
