2014.09.20 17:35 Route #13 Third & Bell, Northbound
A couple in their mid to late 40s board the bus. Both are slender, fit, well dressed and in reasonably good spirits. Not at all down and out. He says, “for both of us,” and tries to feed a five dollar bill into the fare box, which the fare box refuses to accept.
Looking on, she says, “Must be one of them bills you got at a strip club!”
The bill is in fact the color of boiled spinach, a fairly sodden greenback that has lost any stiffness it once had, even as he pushes it forward.
“Yeah, right, when I was picking you up from work.”
“Phhh!” she says, rolling her eyes. “I wish!”
Pretty suggestive.
Suggestive of what, I’m not quite sure.
Sheesh. We didn’t even tell our close friends about our Seattle getaway, and now it’s all over the Internet. Privacy really is a thing of the past.
One of those priceless moments.