Trashy revenge
This is more of a waiting for the bus stop story. It happened at the 16/50/21 stop in Midway going to Minneapolis–Albert St, I think. I was reading, waiting for the 50 going to Mpls. This guy pulls his hand out of his pocket and his transfer falls on the ground. I tell him and he said he needed a new one anyway and he left it on the ground. Then, and maybe this was stupid of me, I said “Well, then, you threw trash on the ground.” Continue reading ‘Trashy revenge’
No crutch to lean on
A few summers ago, during the afternoon rush hour, I was taking the 16 deep into St. Paul. It was very busy and we were a little past Snelling at a stoplight. When the bus driver pulled up to the light, it was green but by the time everyone was done getting on, it had turned red. Continue reading ‘No crutch to lean on’
Trashy newspapers
Its early fall on Nicollet ave. I’m waiting for the #9. I gradually notice that there is a person (a woman I think) with heavy coat, hat, scarf, mittens standing near the bus stop. In fact she is so heavily dressed that all that is visible is her eyes. Yet its 50 degrees outside. Continue reading ‘Trashy newspapers’
At least it didn’t have syrup
Today while waiting for the bus at 6:15 am, sitting on the bench with one other guy, a truck drove by with a bunch of loud younger guys and they threw a pancake at me. It hit me in the leg. Continue reading ‘At least it didn’t have syrup’
