NOLA Notes: Magazine Bus Story

For the uninitiated, Magazine Street is one of the main drags of Uptown New Orleans. I live a block away and take the Magazine bus when I need to make like Petula Clark and go downtown.

Yesterday, I was riding the bus and a grizzled, bedraggled and downright drunk man rolled out of Ms. Mae’s bar and onto the bus at Napoleon Avenue. He’d been there all night and was clearly feeling no pain. He began flirting with a well-dressed and very pretty redhead who works in a boutique in the Quarter. He leaned forward and muttered something in her ear. She promptly slapped him and he said: “Thanks, baby.”

The driver asked the feisty redhead if she needed help. She did not. The bus rolled on without further incident. I was mystified but had a theory, which was confirmed.

This morning, I chatted up the aforementioned redhead and asked what the drunk had said to her. “He asked me to slap him to help him sober up for work. So I did.”

What a thoughtful young lady. That’s life in the big city. She-do-be.

Time for the obligatory bus song:

2 thoughts on “NOLA Notes: Magazine Bus Story

  1. Now that’s a great story. But if this guy had been drinking all night, I sure hope he has the kind of job on which you can drink; otherwise, his hangover will be one for the ages.

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