Stranger than fiction … BUSCAPADES (Part 1)

In the mid 1940’s my four sisters and I were all still living at home. We lived in Wellesley Hills, Massachusetts & were one of the few families there that never had a car. Thus it was that we often traveled by bus and it’s also where my parents had their “bus escapades”, as we came to call them. They each had one and here’s Dad’s…

“I was on the bus from Boston to Framingham and at our first stop a very inebriated man came aboard. He stumbled along and collapsed into an aisle seat, promptly falling asleep. Not only was his condition dire but the fact that he was sprawled there with his fly wide open made it even more embarrassing for us all.

In no time the bus was full and it became standing room only. At this point an attractive, middle-aged woman came aboard. She was dressed to the “t’s”, complete with hat and long white gloves and it was her misfortune to be standing directly above the drunk.

I guess she didn’t want to soil her gloves so she carefully started to remove them. A jounce of the bus and she lost hold of her glove. She watched in horror as it floated down and landed on the crotch of the sleeping drunk. What to do?

She was about to make her move when the driver called out in a loud voice “Newton center next stop”. This must have been the man’s destination because he jerked awake and started to gather himself. Looking down he noticed both the white glove and the fact that his fly was open. Probably in his hazy state he figured it was his T-shirt so he shoved it in to his pants, zipped up and staggered his way down the aisle and off the bus at the next stop.

The poor woman was out a glove and we all had a good laugh; but, the thing that I couldn’t help but wonder was …

How do you explain that to your wife ???”