Great people-watching spots are all around Aspen … just look
The Aspen Times
Aspen provides some of the most unique people-watching experiences I’ve found anywhere.
One evening during a shoulder season, I was standing alone outside the Rubey Park terminal waiting for a downvalley bus when a shiny, red Lamborghini drove the wrong direction into the bus lane and stopped in front of me. The driver stuck his head out the window and said “When’s the next bus to Glenwood?”
“You’re headed the wrong way,” I said. “The buses drive through here.”
He frowned and made a big show of looking in front of and behind his car, then he looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, made a goofy face and said, “I don’t see any buses.”
I looked up at the bus schedule marquee on the end of the terminal and he followed my eyes to it. “Glenwood Springs,” we read in unison. Then he pulled his head back in the car and said “nine minutes” to a young blonde sitting in his passenger seat.
A whirring noise began and the tail of the Lamborghini split open like a clam shell. The man stepped out of the car and started tossing bags like sacks of cement from his trunk onto the sidewalk. I mentally inventoried them as they landed — a large suitcase, a smaller suitcase, a duffle bag, a day pack and something I assumed was a cosmetics bag by the “chink” it made when it landed.
When he finished, he got back in the car and mumbled something to the blonde who then slowly exited the passenger door and walked around to stand by her bags. The man drove off without uttering another word. The blonde knelt and started arranging the bags into a neater pile.
“Need some help?” I said. She cast a blank stare in my direction, as if she’d only then become aware of my presence. She wasn’t as young as I had originally thought — the lines splaying out from her eyes and downturned corners of her mouth telling a deeper story — but she was still quite attractive in her fur-lined jacket, designer jeans, knee-high boots and Louis Vuitton purse slung over her shoulder.
“No,” she finally said. Then she stood and started pacing, occasionally stopping to look alternately left and right down Durant Avenue.
At one point, she stopped and looked at me. “There’s another bus from Glenwood to Denver, right?”
“I think so,” I said. “But I don’t know the schedule.”
She considered this for a moment, let loose a dramatic sigh, and then went back to her pacing.
Just then, the Lamborghini pulled up — once again going the wrong direction in the bus lane. The blonde approached the car and the man mumbled something to her. She walked around and got back in the passenger side. The tail of the vehicle did that whirring thing again, and the man got out and started throwing her bags back in the trunk. While he was doing this, my bus pulled up and honked at him.
“There’s a bus,” I said before I boarded. He just looked at me and made a goofy face.
Jeff Bear is a copy editor for The Aspen Times.
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