Bus Report #85
We had a Spare The Air Day but everyone on my bus who pays their fare uses a pass, so it made no difference.
I had the shaved-head-clark-kent-glasses driver three mornings in a row. He held the bus for me as I ran down Geary each time. Then two blocks later he made his coffee run. He shakes everyone's hands and chats with the older guys in the cafe. He uses lots of gestures and facial expressions.
At Hayes, the AA house people piled on and then the mom with the four little kids. Everyone loves that little family. The kids are so wonderfully behaved. The little girl is chatty and smiley. The boys are quiet but friendly, and the baby is too big now to be kept in a snugli, so the mom keeps her on her lap.
Whenever they get on the rest of us get happy immediately. No lie. The people from the AA house usually look gruff or tired, but when the kids got on and started chatting to the other mom and kid on the bus, the moustached AA guys smiled at them. The homeless guy leaned forward and grinned at the kids, and it was in a nice way not a creepy way.
On the 38 the other night, a man with two little daughters blew bubbles with a bubble wand for them and the bubbles wafted towards the back of the bus. It was a nice, light moment on the 38. Unusual. Even the girl with the teardrop eye tattoo smiled.
The empty lot near my office is not so empty these days. There is a trailer there, and men with hard hats and orange vests doing various things. Yesterday they were watering the lot with a hose, and I could not figure out why.