Interview jitters?
One day while waiting to board the 16 eastbound on Nicollet and 4th, I noticed the guy waiting next to me looked awfully nervous. He kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and appeared to be concentrating hard. Occasionally he would clip open a briefcase, shuffle the papers inside as if to be sure he hadn’t forgotten anything important, and then clip it closed again. Continue reading ‘Interview jitters?’
Colored Suit Man
This isn’t a story about one event in particular, but rather a fond narrative of my favorite character who rides the bus. There are many people who play bit parts in my life – the excessively friendly guy who helps me at Caribou every morning; the guy who flirts with me when I buy groceries at the Uptown Lund’s; the woman who gulps down coffee during aerobics at the Y. These are the people you see all the time and feel like you know intimately, but in reality they’re complete strangers. Continue reading ‘Colored Suit Man’
