His teeth were biting my…
In the early nineties I was a student at the U of MN, living off campus and without a car. As a result I became a bus expert. I specialized in the teens – the 17, the 19, the 16 - and sometimes even graduated to the 21. I have a million stories, but my favorite comes from the 16. Continue reading ‘His teeth were biting my…’
Brush and drive
I used to ride the 2 bus home from the U of M campus. My stop was the last one, and the bus drivers often got off after the passengers to take a break on the Holiday station nearby. Continue reading ‘Brush and drive’
Wonderful, white, straight teeth
Riding the bus into work at 7 am from the Eastern suburbs, I sat down in a seat and the man sitting next to me says “good morning!” I respond back, little did I know, that was opening the doors to a half an hour bus ride of awkward conversation. The man, who is about 50 years old, me being 20, goes on to say, “Your name must be Jenny, I am Bob” Continue reading ‘Wonderful, white, straight teeth’
