Friday, August 12, 2011

Bus Report #632

Last night the 38 was crowded but I got a seat in the back, by a window.
Downtown was alive even though it was late, and there were people everywhere. When we pulled in to the Powell Street stop there were at least thirty people trying to get on our bus. I don't know how many made it, but people were sardine packed against each other.
The girl sitting in front of me looked like she had just come from the early 90s. She had long hair swept over her shoulder and a soft-looking, worn out flannel shirt that was too big for her, so that she seemed to swim in it. Her look was completed by several ropes of tiny seed beads around her neck, the beads a red color that brought out the stripes of red and pink in her blue/gray/red/pink flannel.


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