Bus Report #241
Our new 22 Fillmore morning driver isn't as nice as our old ones.
She doesn't pull the bus up to the curb and won't come anywhere near we are all standing.
I think it's on purpose but I can't figure out why.
I ended up getting on the bus right behind the weird, talking-to-himself guy who must work at the bathroom fixtures place near where I work (I've eliminated the other possible places. Not Cor-O-Van, or he'd have a monogrammed jacket. Not the dress factory, either).
He took his sweet time finding a place to sit.
I ended up next to the woman who always wears sunglasses. She is fine. Unlike Catfish Face Guy, she doesn't take up too much space, so that's nice.
We cruised down Fillmore, skipping stops at Grove, Oak, and then Haight.
Which wasn't right because there were four people waiting to get on.
Of course, they started yelling and thumping the side of the bus, therefore ending any chance she'd wait for them on the other side of the light.
We picked up a few people at Duboce: the Quit Staring At Me (QSAM) guy, and a couple of teenagers.
While I was reading the new Armistead Maupin book the other day, I noticed that any reference to Duboce Park, Duboce Triangle and Duboce Street was misspelled 'Dubose'. At first I thought it was a one-time mistake, but it was every time. Obviously not spell-checked by a native before printing, is my guess.
She doesn't pull the bus up to the curb and won't come anywhere near we are all standing.
I think it's on purpose but I can't figure out why.
I ended up getting on the bus right behind the weird, talking-to-himself guy who must work at the bathroom fixtures place near where I work (I've eliminated the other possible places. Not Cor-O-Van, or he'd have a monogrammed jacket. Not the dress factory, either).
He took his sweet time finding a place to sit.
I ended up next to the woman who always wears sunglasses. She is fine. Unlike Catfish Face Guy, she doesn't take up too much space, so that's nice.
We cruised down Fillmore, skipping stops at Grove, Oak, and then Haight.
Which wasn't right because there were four people waiting to get on.
Of course, they started yelling and thumping the side of the bus, therefore ending any chance she'd wait for them on the other side of the light.
We picked up a few people at Duboce: the Quit Staring At Me (QSAM) guy, and a couple of teenagers.
While I was reading the new Armistead Maupin book the other day, I noticed that any reference to Duboce Park, Duboce Triangle and Duboce Street was misspelled 'Dubose'. At first I thought it was a one-time mistake, but it was every time. Obviously not spell-checked by a native before printing, is my guess.
posted by Rachel at 9:53 AM
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