Bus Report #132

Last night I found myself downtown after work. I took the 5 Fulton bus home, had a nice reflective walk home in the cold from Fulton and 6th.

This morning all the regulars were on the bus:
Mr. Polite (Polite as always)
Fleece Jacket Man (Quick nod of recognition, smile)
Carmen (Saved me a seat, gossiped about work until we got to her stop)
Ebony (Wearing a flowery scarf)
And many others.

The rain stopped right before I got to the Potrero Center.
I got my coffee and walked briskly the rest of the way to work. The neighborhood smelled clean, lots of branches down from the wind and all the storm drains were clogged with junk.