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The ultimate ride read
The Rebellious Life of Mrs. Rosa Parks is one of the most thought-provoking books I have read in a long time. I hope you’ll read it, too.
In the Bus Bag
Unaccustomed Earth, by Jhumpa Lahiri
Tag Archives: teenage trife
A high-school age boy and girl, both carrying instruments (and presumably just leaving band/orchestra practice) are passing the time while waiting for the 48. They call a few friends who are also waiting for the 48 several stops north, then spend a few moments discussing whether they missed it or it’s really, really late. This apparently reminds the girl of a recent adventure.
Band Nerd Girl: “Last summer, when I was in Israel …”
Band Nerd Boy: “Dude, are you Jewish?”
BNG: “Yes.” [long pause, long sigh] “But just ’cause I went to Israel doesn’t make me …
And this was just a fraction of them:
Three stops in a row were packed (as they are every weekday at 2:30) with energetic, just-released adolescents. It’s faster to walk those five blocks than it is to wait through all the loading drama and then creep along on a vehicle filled far, far beyond capacity. And forget about getting off.
Did I mention that the 48 passes five high schools (that I know of)?
A college kid bids his compatriots farewell as he prepares to get off at his stop (somewhere on 15th). One of them calls to him:
“Hey, get some minutes on your phone and holler at me!”
Chicklet ain’t the only one who travels with one of these:
In case you can’t tell from my phone photo, that’s a pacifier in our young (but not that young!) bus chick’s mouth.* Maybe it helped her keep her cool in the midst of the rampant bus fouls taking place on that ride.
The photos aren’t clear enough to warrant an official caption it!, but if you’ve got a good one, don’t be shy.
Last night, we left work early to attend Bus Nerd’s Godson Shannon’s graduation from Ingraham (545 + 41+ 346). Thanks to Friday evening traffic, we were running late, so late that we were afraid we were going to miss Shannon’s walk. Fortunately, two young men who rode the 346 with us were also late to the graduation. They used their Sidekick to keep in touch with their graduate, and I used my eavesdropping skills to figure out just how much we had missed. (“She says it’s hella crowded–oh, the …