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Standing on the Corner... Waiting for the bus

I have had a post request from one of my readers about the bus.

I tried desperately to get in the mood to write this blog by trying to post it on my way home last night via cell phone, on the bus! I think the guy next to me was getting a little irritated by the constant clicking of the buttons on my phone. I was on a roll, and loving what I was clicking or typing on my phone until something happened and the complete blog was deleted. UGH! So, here I am on my break, at work typing to you trying to put my brain back on the bus.

The Metro bus is a melting pot of wonderful sights, smells and creatures. When I moved to Seattle in '06 I never imagined I'd ride the bus to and from work every day. I kind of felt like I was a little too cool for the bus. Boy what a terrible thought that was! I wasted a lot of time and money being frusterated with traffic and parking in downtown Seattle. At $8 dollars a day (now $14) to park in Seattle the $2.00 bus fare (now $2.50)

seems like chump change. I started out by going down to the park and ride and taking the bus in from there. Often I'd stand in line half asleep in the rain waiting for the 158 or 159 to pull in so the heard of people could get on the bus and I'd end up standing 9 out of 10 times all the way into Seattle. Once I moved in with Eric, the bus stop is a mere block from my house and I am one of the first one's on in the morning and one of the last one's off at night, just like in grade school!


I have encountered a million different people in a million different ways on the bus. Some of my favorite stories are either from being on the bus or waiting for the bus to come. Like the time the Train Hoppin Beer Drinking Hobo from California seranated me in to his favorite Beatles songs. Or last week when the drunk man got on the bus and couldn't make fare because he only had a $5.00 bill on him and then proceeded to tear it in half and jam it in the meeter and then walk back and pass out in the middle of the floor.

There's also another guy who I see from time to time who paints his face various colors, and then sits in a seat and screeches everytime the bus moves.

I love the bus for so many reasons. I hope that this post was sufficiant!
Happy Friday everyone!

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