Help, I need somebody
I looked up from my magazine at the noises of consternation erupting throughout the bus . We’d taken a wrong turn. As we looped through a grocery store parking lot, the driver apologized and joked with the people in the front of the bus. Momentarily united, they spontaneously, unbelievably, began to sing: “Help, you know I need somebody, help, not just anybody…”
Blazing blue sparkles and an intricate braided hairstyle
If it were not for her saying “Hey Driver!” like the cutest kid could, I would not be writing about how much she made me smile….and how her mother led me to question my faith in humanity. Continue reading ‘Blazing blue sparkles and an intricate braided hairstyle’
Drivers think you’re a jerk
This happened at Snelling Garage about fifteen years ago. Each garage has several dispatchers who assign the buses to the drivers and make sure that the work gets covered when a driver gets sick, oversleeps or doesn’t make it to work for whatever reason. Continue reading ‘Drivers think you’re a jerk’
Cell phone sin
My question is less a tale to tell and more a question to pose for busriders. What, if any, are the “bus cell phone rules?”
I’m guessing most of us have encountered a loud bus cellphone talker at some point. The person who blabs on and on in what seems to be an unnecessarily loud voice. Do they have any courtesy? Any shame? Continue reading ‘Cell phone sin’
