tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66385969667374702162024-03-12T23:04:26.253-07:00TriMet TravelsA blog about interesting
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public transit system in Portland, OregonAaron Riedlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01562227504110310099noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638596966737470216.post-92208107856732006412015-02-22T22:27:00.000-08:002015-03-25T22:28:43.264-07:00Just out of prison<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On a dark, drizzly night off East Burnside Street, I got off the bus to transfer. I was immediately greeted with a "Hey bro!" I met Gabriel, a 25 year old, at a bus stop just off the Burnside Bridge. He asked me for the time, and rather quickly the conversation transformed to him telling me he just got out of prison and was on parole. He showed me his ankle bracelet.<br />
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We talked for a long time. He mentioned how earlier that day he restrained himself when he wanted to pummel some guys who called him a retard. He was so proud of himself for not hitting them. We talked a lot about self control and the importance of thinking before speaking. I showed him my tattoo ("fewer words"), told him how I struggle with keeping my mouth shut when I'm with my wife, and we shared some laughs about how difficult relationships can be.<br />
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He said God has been so faithful to him. He has never given up on him. I told him the reason I was on the bus was that I was actually headed to church. We laughed some more.Aaron Riedlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01562227504110310099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638596966737470216.post-13839573604462127892015-02-21T00:21:00.002-08:002015-02-21T00:21:58.811-08:00The Same Guy!Several months ago, I met a Vietnamese man on the bus. He kindly asked if he could sit in the empty seat next to me, and I said yes. After a few minutes, he introduced himself. He rubbed his greasy face, clearly had mental issues, and I couldn't understand a word of English since his accent was so thick. All I could understand was that he loves Subway and he asked me if I had money or if I could take him out for a meal. I said no, and I believe that I ended up getting a rash from him. Not sure.<br />
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Last week, I just happened to meet the same guy on bus! I remember him clearly: kindly asking to sit, the rubbing of his face, and most distinctively... the asking for a meal and his love for Subway.<br />
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I was actually in a hurry to get to church, since I was volunteering. However, realizing that I packed a few snacks in my back for myself, I offered him some carrot sticks, celery, and potato chips. He refused.<br />
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I guess he wasn't that hungry after all.Aaron Riedlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01562227504110310099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638596966737470216.post-57691448057637640462011-06-15T07:31:00.001-07:002011-06-16T07:50:53.242-07:00"Hey! Are you 21?"<div><p>It is 7:15 on a Wednesday morning, and I am waiting for my bus to go to work. I see two ladies in shorts, walking down the street, getting wet from the rain. They enter the local corner market, and I quickly forget about them.</p><p>About five minutes later, I hear a loud female voice behind me, "Hey!" I turn and look, pulling down the wet hood covering part of my face. "Are you 21?" It was the two young twenty-somethings wearing shorts in the rain.</p><p>I laughed out loud because I knew exactly where this conversation was headed. "Yes," I replied.</p><p>"Will you buy us beer?"</p><p>"Are you 21?" I ask.</p><p>"Yeah, but the stupid guy in there won't let us buy it."</p><p>"Why not?"</p><p>She pulls out a photocopy of her supposed drivers license, clearly looking suspicious.</p><p>"Where is the original?" I ask with a smile on my face.</p><p>The two girls eye each other and respond, "I dunno," and smile at me.</p><p>"Well, my bus is coming right now," pointing up the street, "and even if I had the time, I wouldn't buy it since I don't know you, ladies."</p><p>They responded, "You're a dick," and proceeded to cross the street.</p></div>Aaron Riedlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01562227504110310099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638596966737470216.post-58271214184247091752011-04-12T18:12:00.001-07:002011-06-16T07:49:46.152-07:00Cutest Girl in the World Loves the Bus<div><p>On my bus ride home today, the cutest little 2 year old in the world started screaming at a super high pitch. Everyone was wondering what pain she was in, looked over, and saw her mother smiling at her. They were at the bus stop they were supposed to get off at. The mother was holding an infant, so couldn't pick up the sad little toddler. She was so sad to get off the bus she didn't know what to do with herself. Eventually, the mother slowly walked off the bus with the crying girl following behind. As the bus door shut, everyone on the bus laughed at her unusual attraction to public transportation.</p></div>Aaron Riedlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01562227504110310099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638596966737470216.post-62981104178289353432010-08-26T14:46:00.000-07:002010-10-31T14:51:43.601-07:00Silly Girls<p>Flirtatious teenage females with too much time on their hands are wanting attention from their male friends by throwing little pieces of paper at them.</p>Aaron Riedlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01562227504110310099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638596966737470216.post-13535657453957730172010-08-26T14:03:00.000-07:002011-06-16T07:49:03.137-07:00Kid Innocence<p>Today I saw a cute kid trying to wave to the train operator after he and his mother exited the MAX train. I have never seen that before. I often forget that there are train operators. I'm glad that children recognize them and try to say "Hi."<br /></p>Aaron Riedlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01562227504110310099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638596966737470216.post-49648818019629329482010-08-26T12:46:00.000-07:002010-10-31T14:52:51.160-07:00Just Missed the Action!<p>Parkrose TC closed due to Police action right after I went through it today on the MAX Challenge! Close call, as it would have foiled my plan if I hadn't already been there!</p>Aaron Riedlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01562227504110310099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638596966737470216.post-56497081806103399622010-08-12T21:25:00.000-07:002011-08-10T22:47:31.863-07:00Psychotic LadyA "psychotic" lady (her words) was talking on the phone today, telling the person on the other line that her psychiatrist told her that he couldn't help her anymore. She mentioned something about not being allowed to be around other women because they make her get pissed off so easily. I also discovered that she got a DUI when she was 19 and can't drive yet. She said she was 21. That's why she is on the MAX. Insisting that she shouldn't drive a car until she was legally allowed to, her reason was to avoid prison. "I can't go to prison. That'd be the last straw," she told her friend.Aaron Riedlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01562227504110310099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638596966737470216.post-10404923704170171842010-07-05T14:49:00.000-07:002010-08-15T21:57:49.764-07:00Family SeparatedThe MAX stopped at Old Town/China Town. A woman and her two daughters got off with their luggage like they were coming back from the airport. The mother was fumbling with the baggage and the door closed while the two upper-elementary age girls were outside by themselves. The woman pushed the intercom, screamed at the driver, the driver didn't answer, so she pulled the emergency stop knob. It quickly came to a stop and her door opened. She jumped off and went back half a block to rejoin her daughters.<div><br /></div><div>The evil train operator apologized to the people on the MAX for the lady being inconsiderate.</div><div><br /></div><div>Clearly the operator didn't know what was going on.</div>Jen Riedlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14294754796660726386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638596966737470216.post-4526309037856016082010-03-12T15:45:00.000-08:002011-08-10T22:47:55.057-07:00Male DominanceGetting off the MAX at the 148th Ave Station, a man slammed a woman up against the TriMet sign. She was screaming and asked me for help. So I made eye contact with her and called 911 from across the street. I kept walking so not to piss the guy off and eventually heard sirens in the distance.Jen Riedlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14294754796660726386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638596966737470216.post-3126622685125950302010-02-15T13:42:00.000-08:002010-08-15T21:45:32.564-07:00Mystery GloveI saw a green snow glove on a seat when I was riding downtown on the MAX. When riding back from downtown about two hours later, I saw the same glove on the same seat.Jen Riedlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14294754796660726386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6638596966737470216.post-63496293457891886372009-07-25T22:01:00.000-07:002011-08-10T22:47:04.468-07:00PDAOn our way downtown on the MAX coming from Beaverton, my wife, sister, and I encountered a strange couple. The man was obviously drunk or high, and the woman was so intoxicated or strung out that she was practically passed out or asleep. It was fairly crowded, and they sat down next to people who were clearly uncomfortable.<br />
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</div><div>The wasted couple began making out and groping each other. Massively inappropriate. The dude next to them didn't really know what to do, so he slowly moved to another seat away from them.</div><div><br />
</div><div>An older lady actually rolled up her newspaper and thumped him on the back of the head, scolding them. The man became furious, turned around to her, and started yelling at the top of his lungs, "Don't you EVER f***ing do that again!" He continued to excessively yell at the woman, and everyone was worried that he might be a violent drunk. Thinking that he was going to go over and hit the woman, I attempted to calm the man down by reassuring him that she was going to keep her hands to herself. My wife and sister were not happy that I tried to intervene. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Eventually things calmed down, they quit the (nasty) public display of affection, and got off downtown.</div>Aaron Riedlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01562227504110310099noreply@blogger.com0