Bus Report #173
Waited for the 22 with the dreadlocked dental technician. It was on time, one of my new favorite drivers. As usual Carmen had saved me a seat so we chatted and laughed our way down to the Mission.
At 16th and Mission a man got on the bus who looked so familiar to me but I couldn't place him for the longest time. Then it occurred to me that I DID know him, sort of... He looked just like one of the characters in last year's novel! I kept sneaking glances right up until I got to my stop.
I handed my thermos to the girl at the coffee shop. "Where's your red one?" she asked.
"Oh, don't worry, it's at home," I replied. They seem to love my red thermos over there. Not so into the blue one I guess.
Chris Daly was stumping in front of Safeway. As he and a volunteer tried to give me fliers I said, "No, thanks, I don't live in this district."
I wish him luck.
On the walk from Potrero to work I saw three crazy people talking to themselves (they were not on cellphones, I checked) and one man carrying a stack of broken-down cardboard boxes on his head.
At 16th and Mission a man got on the bus who looked so familiar to me but I couldn't place him for the longest time. Then it occurred to me that I DID know him, sort of... He looked just like one of the characters in last year's novel! I kept sneaking glances right up until I got to my stop.
I handed my thermos to the girl at the coffee shop. "Where's your red one?" she asked.
"Oh, don't worry, it's at home," I replied. They seem to love my red thermos over there. Not so into the blue one I guess.
Chris Daly was stumping in front of Safeway. As he and a volunteer tried to give me fliers I said, "No, thanks, I don't live in this district."
I wish him luck.
On the walk from Potrero to work I saw three crazy people talking to themselves (they were not on cellphones, I checked) and one man carrying a stack of broken-down cardboard boxes on his head.
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