Not a hat at all
The greatest thing that has ever happened to me on the bus happened last winter. This guy sat down in front of me, and I thought to myself, “my, what an interesting stocking cap he’s wearing!”. The cap in question was navy blue, and flipped very casually to one side of the back of the guys’ head. It looked like one of those hippy-ish floppy hats you often see on bus riding hipster-types. Continue reading ‘Not a hat at all’
Don’t wet your sweatpants
Heading north on the 14, I had forgotten that the Vikings game would release its masses at about the time my bus would reach the outer limits of downtown. It was pouring out for most of the day but many people didn’t have umbrellas, including Continue reading ‘Don’t wet your sweatpants’
