I’m a Pinkle.

02May08

Sounds like the world’s most UNbadass gang, doesn’t it?

It’s actually a group nickname for those of us who get off at my shuttle bus stop across the street from my job.  Since the train I take to work is seperate from the city’s mass transit system, it’s shuttle buses are rather different (shorter, hee, hee), and there are no marked bus stops.  You just have to KNOW.  If you get off at the mailboxes, you’re a “boxie.”  If you get off at the rug importer’s warehouse, you’re a “rug rat.”  If you get off, like I do, at the electrical box that’s been painted an odd shade of purple-pink, you’re a “pinkle.”

And for it being a very word-of-mouth sort of organization, it’s very good at it.  It’s a little network, and if you have a question, you ask someone because there are no maps on the stations.  Everyone is so nice that at first I wasn’t (and still aren’t) sure that it’s not a cult.

But after a few weeks of getting to know the other riders, my bus driver Maria, and the other Pinkles, I can say that as long as the old guy I have to sleep with (isn’t that how cults work?) isn’t TOO old, I don’t care much if it IS a cult.

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