Category Archive: City Bus Tragedies

This Bus Runs On 100-Proof!

Bet some of you even forgot about the “City Bus Tragedies” category, judging by how long it’s been since its last entry. Well, take your seats and hang onto the bars because it’s time for yet another ride on the tragic bus… My only recent bus tale involves an inebriated and lecherous old man, and …

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Good Ol’ Xmas Cheer… At The Bus Stop

It’s been a slow winter for bus tales, but here are two quick takes… I was standing at the stop waiting for my bus when I heard a few people around me gasp and mutter incoherently to each other. Being someone who loves a potential train wreck of a human being (from a distance, of …

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Time For Another Ride On The Tragic Bus

My bus to work arrives at the Cherry Street stop at a relatively early time. As I stand in line to enter the vehicle, I notice something unusual about the reddish-haired girl in front of me. She turns her face just enough for me to think, “Hey, this girl looks like a female version of …

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Don’t Tell Anyone… I Control Social Security

While waiting at the main stop today for my bus to work, a bus on a route not my own stopped and let off its passengers. Among the people who exit are two individuals, girl and guy, pleasant looking, probably in their mid-20s or thereabouts. They seem pretty coherent, not appearing to be on drugs …

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Beware The Gnashing Of Tard Teeth

New tard on the bus! (I always feel that trumpets should accompany that statement… not the general announce-the-king variety, but the type that precedes a barbarian (mongol-oid?) horde descending upon its enemies.) And, to my approval, this one has that magical 21st chromosome. Yes, an actual member of the Down Syndrome tribe — a rare …

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Losers, Lookalikes… and Nietzsche, too.

There’s a new tard on my bus. No, not of the Down Syndrome variety, but rather the slow and space-cadet strain — something like a functional palsy. He also seems to be somewhat afraid of me, or at least wary of sitting near me. Every ride we’ve shared, he stares at me cautiously as he …

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Tauntauns For Everyone!
(The Blizzard of 2007)

Yes, it’s official. Burlington, Vermont is now the ice planet Hoth. And I love it! In case you don’t actually know, Valentine’s Day brought us Vermonters (and others) one freaking huge dump of blizzard, so much so that it appears that we got the fourth most snow out of the deal according to that flawless …

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Insanity or Retardation: You Decide!

Who loves the bus stories? Show of hands! Yeah, I thought so. Got up early yesterday because I had some errands to do before work. Early, of course, being about 10am. So, I wasn’t entirely prepared for the passengers who are no doubt typical to this pre-noon route. Or, at least I’d like to think …

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Bus Stop… Or Therapist’s Office?

Most days, I try not to spend more time than is necessary at the main bus stop on Cherry Street, and in fact I regularly attempt to actually time my leaving for the stop to coincide with the -5 to -10 minute mark or thereabouts. Mostly, it’s a time management thing, which might lay to …

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This Week On The Bus

While sitting at the Cherry Street bus stop yesterday, I noticed what appeared to be a new crazy person in town. Not that I keep up with these things, but when you live in such a small city, you tend to notice the newcomers — especially when they’re of a particularly looney sort. And, true …

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