Do you know her?
A few years ago, I caught the 16 eastbound at 4th/Nicollet and sat about halfway back. At the 4th/Marquette stop a bunch more people got on, including a guy who sat about 2 rows behind me. As the bus pulled away, dude 2 rows back started yelling clearly, but calmly: “DO YOU KNOW THE BLASPHEMING BABY RAPIST WHORE OF MINNESOTA?” Continue reading ‘Do you know her?’
Metro Transit vs. Campus Circulator
A young woman told the driver she needed to transfer to the 3, and asked what stop she should use. The bus driver was giving her some very convoluted directions–get off at a certain stop, walk a few blocks in a certain direction, etc. etc. She was clearly new in town and looked very uncertain. Continue reading ‘Metro Transit vs. Campus Circulator’
Breaking up is hard to do
This story goes back a couple of years, to the early 2000’s, and I remembered it while reading some of these fabulous stories on bustales. Continue reading ‘Breaking up is hard to do’
Hot-Ass Bus
A couple of years ago I had a job as an English as a Second Language teacher, for adults. Part of our curriculum was to teach the students how to ride the bus. Another teacher and I had about 15 students with us, all recently-arrived Hmong refugees from Thailand. It was hot that day- well over 90 degrees, and the bus was late. Continue reading ‘Hot-Ass Bus’
