Slice of life, downtown Portland, Ore.: I planned to catch the Green or Yellow Line up to Pioneer Square and walk...
Slice of life, downtown Portland, Ore.: I planned to catch the Green or Yellow Line up to Pioneer Square and walk over to Ray's Ragtime thrift shop to meet my wife and pick out masques for a masquerade ball we're attending tonight. The train was eight minutes away, so I started walking. The 56 bus rolled up just as I approached the next intersection.
Now, I don't know where the 56 goes, exactly, but I knew it was going in at least roughly the same direction I was going, so I hopped on. It turned out to be going in exactly the same direction I was going, but, on the way, a man clad only in tighty-whiteys suddenly ran across the street. "Hm. There's one," said the driver cryptically before she suddenly lurched rightward to the curb. She apologized to the passengers, "Almost missed my stop." "Yeah," I piped up. "That was a bit distracting." Portland: It's not the weirdness, it's the understatement.
Now, I don't know where the 56 goes, exactly, but I knew it was going in at least roughly the same direction I was going, so I hopped on. It turned out to be going in exactly the same direction I was going, but, on the way, a man clad only in tighty-whiteys suddenly ran across the street. "Hm. There's one," said the driver cryptically before she suddenly lurched rightward to the curb. She apologized to the passengers, "Almost missed my stop." "Yeah," I piped up. "That was a bit distracting." Portland: It's not the weirdness, it's the understatement.
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