Bus Report #469

I caught a 3 Jackson tonight, why not, the weather was good and I was in no hurry.
The Marina-type sitting in front of me took her igadget out of her bag and not-too-stealthily took a photo of an aging punk/leather man who was trying to loop his headphones through one of the buckles on his jacket. I couldn't figure out why she took the picture, and wondered what she would do with it.
The bus was almost empty by the time we skirted the park and pulled in to the Divisadero stop.
An elderly man got on. He held a wrinkled plastic bag in one hand and his cane in the other. He leaned heavily on his cane as he got in and sat down across from the driver. He had a black watch cap pulled down over his ears and a non-descript but slightly dirty winter coat on, and a plaid scarf.
His best accessory, though, was his smile: it was so wide it made his eyes crinkle.
He took a bright green apple out of his bag and tossed it in the air, caught it, then slowly stood up and hobbled over to the driver. He smiled even wider and handed the apple to the driver without a word. He sat back down and looked over at me. I couldn't help but smile back.