I haven't posted in a while I guess.

The other day, on the 6, a guy got on the bus and said, "Turn off the air, I'm cold!" It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon, about 72°, and the A/C wasn't on. He rode 3 blocks, and at his stop, while walking from the first row of seats to the front of the bus, yelled "back door" at me while smirking. I didn't react, he started to call me an asshole, and before the 'l' fell backwards down the stairs.

Another day, on the 4, I took a pimply guy from Bloomington to Lake and Lyndale. He spotted a bar and wanted to be let off at the last second. After my trip up to Columbia Heights and back, I picked him up going the other way. From Lake to 66th, from the front of the bus, sitting by himself, he tried to strike up a conversation with each of the other 5 riders by telling each of them, in turn, "I got the hottest girl tonight. I got so many girls tonight." Finally, after nothing but that, he asked a guy where he lived. The guy just said Bloomington. "I got so many girls tonight." Great.