One time, four people on the 15 (otherwise known as “meth bus”) were all reading books from the Song of Ice and Fire series.
One time, my entire MAX train got the giggles as we eavesdropped on a dad explaining to his kid “why a TriMet girl is getting married to a recycling guy” in a TriMet ad.
One time, there were ants on the bus.*
TriMet stories! We’ve all got ’em, and most of the time they involve being afraid a visibly fucked-up person is going to throw up on you. (Holla, 20 bus at 8:45 this morning.) Kick Ass Oregon History and TriMet Diaries have teamed up for an event called Humanity on Wheels, which promises stories from local transportation experts and history buffs, plus an open mic where folks can share their own transit stories, and a set that’s “like a diorama come to life!” In conjunction with the event, Kick Ass Oregon History’s just released a new podcast: “Mad Max: Portland’s Death Trolley!” is basically a death count of people who’ve died in TriMet related incidents, including accidents and onboard shootings. (But come on guys, no love for former Mercury columnist the Portland Streetcar?)
Humanity on Wheels is tonight at the Jack London Bar (full disclosure: my sister runs the place) under the Rialto Pool Room, 7:30 pm, free
Oh, and also? ALSO? If you are able bodied and under the age of 40 and you are sitting in the front of the bus, you are an asshole. NO EXCEPTIONS. That is all. Good day.
*THIS WAS HORRIBLE.
>If you are able bodied and under the age of 40 and you are sitting in the front of the bus, you are an asshole.
Let us PLEASE keep in mind that a lot of people are not visibly disabled.
Also, my funnest trimet story: i was riding the MAX once, and somebody had spilled a drink on the window seat so I was sitting in the aisle seat. And this lady walked up and started yelling at me about how “SOME PEOPLE WOULD MAYBE LIKE TO SIT DOWN,” so I stood up and said, “go ahead, you can have it.” And then she sat down on the seat with the drink spilled on it.
That’s what you get for making assumptions about why people sit where they do.
I haven’t had a cold or seen any one vomit since I got a car two years ago and stopped using the bus. Also, why does the vegetarian ALWAYS get stuck behind the gross person eating fried chicken and jojos from Freddy’s?
I would label the 15 the dirty hippy and SE hipster bus more than anything. I don’t really care what people wear, do or eat as long as I DON’T HAVE TO FUCKING SMELL YOU. Some people really need a fucking bath. You smell like ass.