Tonight on the
NextBus was down
and I couldn’t get updated schedule info for the bus, so I walked out to the stop
a few minutes earlier than usual just in case.
The 4:47 PM bus
never showed up and the 5:02 PM showed up at 5:10.
It was crowded
so I sat beside a girl who took up too much space in the seat. I tried to slide
further into the seat but she refused to budge.
slowly made our way through the roundabout and down 7th Street.
Behind me, a man yelled in to his cell phone. “Wait outside. Just wait there.
Someone will be along soon and then you can go in and sit on the steps.”
At Civic Center,
a tourist couple got on with their suitcases. The woman sat down but her
husband stood in the aisle beside the suitcases. They almost blocked the door
but not quite.
At the very next
stop, two homeless men got on with their even larger suitcases, bulging
backpacks, a foam bedroll, a garment bag and a duffel bag. This maneuver took
the span of three light cycles and when they were finally on the bus they were
completely blocking the stairwell and one of the men’s backpacks knocked a
seated woman on the head and then rested on her shoulder for the duration.
The girl with
the backpack on her shoulder did nothing. Just sat there and put up with it.
The man held the
bedroll above his head, pressed up against the ceiling.
didn’t say anything. Instead, he warned a man in the front of the bus to stop
swearing. “There are kids on this bus,” The driver said. There were no kids on
couple laughed and laughed and the wife took a few pictures of the craziness with
We turned on to
Geary and that was when all hell broke loose.
shouted for the swearing man to get off the bus, which triggered a fit of
swearing and fighting. Nothing really printable here. It sounded like there was
a scuffle going on in the front of the bus but I couldn’t see anything.
guys wrestled all of their luggage onto the sidewalk.
bicyclist rode up to the driver’s window and said something to him, then
thumped the side of the bus a few times, hard.
man, now standing on the sidewalk freaking out, slammed his hand against the
door several times.
“Why isn’t our
driver just leaving?” I grumbled to my seatmate, a 27-year old woman who’d
recently had a birthday, according to the info she’d just given to her credit
card company over her cell phone.
She shrugged. “I
don’t know. I take this bus every night and it is never this bad.”
The woman in
front of us, the one the man’s backpack had been resting on, turned around.
“This is seriously bad,” she said.
The bus shot out
of the bus stop, the driver trying (I assume) to shake the swearing man and the
We went maybe a
block when the bicyclist was back, riding alongside us while cursing out the
driver and hitting the side of the bus again.
The driver got
on his phone. “Tell the SFPD to get here right now to arrest this bike rider.
Right now. They gotta get here and arrest him. He’s messing with the bus. He’s
damaging the bus.”
squinted and leaned forward to get a good look.
“It’s that guy
in the sports coat,” I told my seatmate and the woman in front of us. A gangly
guy on a bike, wearing a dark blue sports coat yelled something else to the
driver and then rode off. The driver kept calling for the police as the
bicyclist disappeared down Polk Street.
We drove past a
sign advertising pedicures and spa treatment. I thought we should all pitch in
and get a gift certificate for our driver or something. If anyone (else besides
me) needed a spa treatment, it was him.
I hurried off of
the bus a few blocks later.