On a recent 8 excursion, Chicklet awoke from her nap (she is fond of napping in the Ergo) directly underneath Metro’s “chill on the cell usage” ad.
After checking it out for a few seconds, she giggled, then turned to me and said one of her latest words: “teeth.”
Funny, that’s what I think when I see it, too.
Maybe she’s the one who left her shoes at 3rd & Union:
Is this worse than chicken-greasy fingers on the pole or a dog on the seat? You tell me.
The partial wraps are on the street, and thanks to Ray, a true bus nerd from Beacon Hill, we have photos!
I was never that bothered by the covered windows–what’s a hazy view from time to time compared to 7,500 additional service hours each year?–but these are clear enough, no?
Next up: shelter ads!
I’m going with DreadPoetJethro and his bus/shoe haiku:
Convenient FlexShoe
Gets you to destinations
Where buses don’t go
What’s with the popularity of haiku these days? I haven’t written one since fourth grade. Of course, I’m not exactly a talent in the poetry department… I digress.
I especially enjoyed DPJ’s follow-up poem:
Oops! FlexShoe is now
Known by newer name: ZipShoe
(They added Velcro)
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m still missing “FlexShoe.”
This one’s from the northbound 3rd & Union stop, in front of the post office:
(I also have a closer view.)
OK, so it isn’t as good as the snowboard guy or the rooster, but I’m counting on you witty types to make it so.
Best caption wins the admiration and envy of the rest of us.
At least one rider travels with something other than a laptop:
Sorry for the bad phone photo. In case you can’t tell, it’s a dog in a stroller.
This is pretty cute, but I thought ST didn’t allow pets. And anyway, don’t they have to fold those down for the ride, like folks with human babies?
This one, like the first, took place on the 27, which, remarkably, still holds the top spot on my list of favorite routes.
Dogs on buses? OK. Dogs on bus seats? Not OK.
Did I mention that he was licking the headrest?
Custom dictates that I close out this post with a basketball metaphor–one that doesn’t exactly apply but at least gives me an opportunity to squeeze in a shout to my favorite sport. (An example: “A foul of this magnitude might result in the whole dang team getting sold out from under its loyal [yet stadium-weary] fans.”) Unfortunately, I can’t do that today, as I am officially boycotting the NBA. Hmph!
