Saturday, June 25, 2005

Why everyone needs a metro pass

Upon retrospection I have decided that I really do miss being a regular city bus patron. Back in the time that I didn't have a car on campus, the bus became my connection to all things non-scholarly. A two minute bus ride brought you to the throes of the city gates and the sea of humanity whom never seemed to disappoint.

Last night I watched the MN Twins play the Detroit Lions, Tigers, and Bears oh my. I'm not certain that indoor baseball games have much the same effect on me as real life, at the mercy of the summer humidity ones do. I'm nostalgic for Wrigley Field with the ivy and almost scarily crumbling bricks. Indoor baseball stadiums, especially ones better suited for football, are contrived and stale despite most excellent seats in most excellent proximity to the love of my life, Joe Mauer.

Upon exiting the stadium I overheard a fascinating bit of conversation that I spent the proceeding ten minutes giggling about.

Caucasian bald short man wearing too tight of a shirt asks Caucasian tall man, curly hair, not especially attractive, "What about that one?" to which tall man replies, "I'd rather have real brown sugar, not the processed, baked kind".

Say what? For all I know they were talking about proper baking ingredients, but probably not.

The hilarity persisted when we returned home on the bus. Sitting diagonally from me were a man and a woman, probably near my age, who were incessantly making out like it was the last ten minutes they were every going to spend together. The intense session came complete with sucking and slurping noises. Generally, I am anti-PDA, but aside from snide comments made out loud I usually don't do much to interfere, except this time, the girl kept staring at me as she nibbled on that man's ear and licked his neck like a cat lapping up spilt milk after a long famine. As my friend and I giggled, the staring only became worse. She would seek out my gaze in the reflection of the freaking bus window. Finally, I proclaimed (loud enough for all to hear), "Honey, you're not my type". Two stops later, I exited still laughing.

4 comments:

Innocent Bystander said...

Genius... I don't mind PDA's if they are silent... but the noises... especially if it's in the morning and you're cranky and trying to get to work.

Anonymous said...

"Last night I watched the MN Twins play the Detroit Lions"

The Twins played the Lions on June 24th, 2005 ... ???

Anonymous said...

Nope that's a lie or perhaps a misrepresentation. The MN Twins played the Detroit Tigers on the 21st of June. I, however, couldn't manage to find the Blogger publish button until the 25th of June although the post was most definitely written on the 22nd.

P.S. what style of architecture do you apply to your ginger-bread houses?

Anonymous said...

Our "G-Bread Houses" feature industrial-grade ovens, and top-of-the-line kitchens for homeowners who frequently prepare meals in large kettles. We offer 3-hour, fully-warrented service on repairs necessitated by the nibblings of any mousekins, especially for clients in wooded areas. Our style is European Classic.

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