Bus Report #177

Go Team!

This morning I got off the 38 only to see the 22 pull out of the Fillmore stop and cross Geary. I ran, more like threw myself towards the bus at what felt like an alarming, break-neck speed. The driver stopped and opened the door. It was our newest, nicest driver.
I flashed him my MUNI pass and thanked him.
The dreadlocked dental technician grinned at me and said, "You made it."
Towards the back of the bus Carmen was saving my seat.
I sat down. She said, "I saw you and was yelling for him to stop the bus!"
Aw, thanks, Carmen!
I love those mornings where everything just seems to fall in to place in the end.

Bus Report #176

You CAN get there from here!

All week I complained about how out of the way Slim's was and that it would be a complete pain in the ass to schlep myself down there for last night's Aterciopelados show.

Well, I was wrong. It is very easy to get to Slim's on MUNI.
We took a 5 Fulton down to Van Ness and caught a 47 Mission, which dropped us off right across the street from the club on 11th and Folsom. Total transit time? 40 minutes including waiting time.

Rocking.

As was the show. Aterciopelados played a good mix of old stuff and new stuff off their phenomenal new album.
Andrea Echeverri had a ton of energy, and crazy flying everywhere hair.
Hector Buitrago was skinny like the Professor but looked a little bit like J., which made me like him even more than I already do.

Bus Report #175

Not much to report, transit-wise. I've been working so hard on my National Novel Writing Month Novel, thinking about it all the time, that I barely remember to get out the bus at my stop, in either direction.

Carmen wants to learn how to knit, so we might do a few on the 22 Fillmore knitting lessons. I have visions of balls of yarn rolling all the way to the back of the bus and getting lost under sticky seats and dirty shoes. I imagine the bus stopping short and me getting a knitting needle stuck through my eye. So we'll see.

A drunk man on my 10 Townsend last night fell asleep and almost fell out of his seat. The people sitting around him rolled their eyes and smiled at each other.

Bus Report #174

Bits and Pieces:

I saw a man with a gigantic steamer trunk try to get on 3 22 Fillmores and 1 53 Southern Heights. No drivers would let him on, so he set down his trunk and sat on it. I got on a 33 soon thereafter and wonder how he ended up getting home.

Carmen wants to trick-or-treat at Robin Williams' house next year because she heard he gives toothbrushes and she thinks it would be a good souvenir.

My favorite sewing lady got a new perm. She sat next to me this morning and I saw that she was carrying a cartoony umbrella.

A girl without a jacket or umbrella was waiting at the bus stop with me this morning, complaining on her phone that it was 'pouring and I have nothing, nothing.' That's why people look outside before they leave their house in the morning, honey. No sympathy from me on that one (I was bundled in jacket, hat and scarf and standing under the overhang with the dreadlocked dental technician)

On a soggy wet 22 Fillmore today, a man I have never seen before stuck his hand in my face waving at me, and smiled as though we were old friends. I gave him a look that said, 'get your hand out of my face before I make you' but he was blissfully unaware of my hostility.