The Crazy Folk of Public Transportation
My sister posted this awesome bus story a few months ago in my journal, and I asked her if it was ok to post here so everyone would read it. This comes from Colorado.
"I ran errands yesterday morning and ran into the same young man at the bus stop catching the 105, and later at the same intersection, different direction, to catch the 21. He caught my attention because he was wearing a kippah. He was also wearing black loafers, straight-legged black pants, a thigh-length black wool coat over a gray sweater, short beard... the quintessential young Jewish scholar. Then when I asked him if he knew when the next bus was scheduled to arrive, he replied in a heavy British accent, the kind that makes you think of scruffy workmen and Eliza Doolittle's father, so thick and coarse-sounding that I thought my ears would twist around backwards."
Cool, ne?
"I ran errands yesterday morning and ran into the same young man at the bus stop catching the 105, and later at the same intersection, different direction, to catch the 21. He caught my attention because he was wearing a kippah. He was also wearing black loafers, straight-legged black pants, a thigh-length black wool coat over a gray sweater, short beard... the quintessential young Jewish scholar. Then when I asked him if he knew when the next bus was scheduled to arrive, he replied in a heavy British accent, the kind that makes you think of scruffy workmen and Eliza Doolittle's father, so thick and coarse-sounding that I thought my ears would twist around backwards."
Cool, ne?