Monday: Hard way to start a week. On my number 8, it started when I sat in a wet seat, then the bus had to take a detour around St. Josephs Hospital, because there was a fatal accident just East of Wilmot on Broadway. Both sides of the street had to be closed. I found out later it was fatal, but we thought it was cause we saw the car and there was all sorts of crime scene tape.
Then Lee and I got on the number 11. A guy got on at 22nd who was doing stretches all over the bus. A kid saw a crack pipe in his sock. I had to get off at my stop but was worried for everyone.
Coming home Wayne and Elizabeth were entertained by the mannequin story. I have part two of that going on.
Thursday: Fairly dead day on the bus, nothing interesting.
Friday: On the 11 going, I was being teased about our new rider who works at UPH, because my body language was showing interest in her. Don’t get away with much on our bus.