Bus Report #606
Yesterday morning the early 22 Fillmore bus must not have ever shown up.
I got to the stop and waited with the woman who always stands too close to me, the 80's woman (puffy jacket, faded acid washed jeans, red Reebok high tops, fake tan), and a couple of elderly ladies with hand carts.
A crazy man walked down the center of Fillmore Street with a vacuum cleaner in his right hand and a bunch of half-deflated balloons. "You wanna buy a balloon?" He asked, leering at us, stepping into a lane of traffic and getting honked at by a couple of cars.
We didn't want to buy anything he was selling.
I got to the stop and waited with the woman who always stands too close to me, the 80's woman (puffy jacket, faded acid washed jeans, red Reebok high tops, fake tan), and a couple of elderly ladies with hand carts.
A crazy man walked down the center of Fillmore Street with a vacuum cleaner in his right hand and a bunch of half-deflated balloons. "You wanna buy a balloon?" He asked, leering at us, stepping into a lane of traffic and getting honked at by a couple of cars.
We didn't want to buy anything he was selling.
posted by Rachel at 12:17 PM
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