Barth’s Bus Stories: The A-Team

24 Apr
busfeet2September 9, 2013

Poured a coffee, ran out the door, and got to the corner at the same moment as a middle aged African American dude with dreds. Didn’t even have time to say hi. The #5 rolled up just then, as if on cue. He stubbed out his cigarette butt and fist bumped me. “I LOVE it when a plan comes together,” he said.

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