Bus Report #634
Yesterday afternoon, and the 22 Fillmore was crowded as we slowly made our way up 16th Street.
The bus emptied out at Mission, and I got a new seatmate, a man with several grocery bags and the biggest, thickest gold necklace I've ever seen around his neck.
It looked like a length of rope dipped in gold. I wanted to say, "Wow, that's quite a necklace," or "I like your necklace," or even just, "That's impressive," but I said nothing and just stared out the window.
The bus emptied out at Mission, and I got a new seatmate, a man with several grocery bags and the biggest, thickest gold necklace I've ever seen around his neck.
It looked like a length of rope dipped in gold. I wanted to say, "Wow, that's quite a necklace," or "I like your necklace," or even just, "That's impressive," but I said nothing and just stared out the window.
posted by Rachel at 11:06 AM
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