From Seattle: "A Biting Wit," by Richard Isherman

Two women have their heads close and are earnestly talking about something. One is middle aged, well dressed and carries herself with confidence. It is the other who grabs my attention.

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From Portland, Oregon: "Here Comes A Regular," by Bill Reagan (posted on Trimet Diaries)

Imagine seeing someone 600 times and not saying hello. 600 times, often sitting close enough to hand them a pen without either of you having to stand up, that close for 20 minutes as a time, and still never saying hello. (Read more here.)

From Edinburgh, Scotland: "How to stop a bus in the rain" [a Top Ten Bus Stories nominee]. (Not Reading On the Bus)

A few moments later a woman stepped daintily into the road and walked up the street at the bus, flourishing her umbrella and having at the number 29 like Errol Flynn in drag. The bus driver did the unheard of and opened his doors between bus stops, either in admiration, or because he did not wish to have to explain squashed septuagenerian on his paintwork.

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From Portland, Oregon: "My Interloper," by nickareeno

The plan went smoothly.  I reached the busstop with my drink as the bus hove into sight three stops away.

A car slowed on the far side of the street.  The driver rolled down the window and waved at me.

"I have to talk to you."

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From Denver: "Your money's no good here," by tabdeans

Throughout my life I have had men buy me drinks, dinner and gifts. But today a curious thing happened with a gentleman on the 52 bus. (Read more here.)