Bus Report #648
Last night My seatmate on the 22 was a very pale man in a baseball cap who, on reflection, looked like a grown-up Charlie Brown.
He read a Terry Pratchett book, very, very slowly.
Across from us, two women in full Muslim dress chatted loudly until we got to their stop. They stepped down from the bus at Haight, in front of the shuttered Estela's, which bore a sign reading: ESTELA'S WILL BE BACK!
I was glad to read that.
A petite elderly man got on the bus with a tote bag that said, 'Danger, Men Cooking'.
Our bus idled longer than it should have at Geary.
Two teenage boys, tired of waiting, sighed loudly and left through the back doors.
He read a Terry Pratchett book, very, very slowly.
Across from us, two women in full Muslim dress chatted loudly until we got to their stop. They stepped down from the bus at Haight, in front of the shuttered Estela's, which bore a sign reading: ESTELA'S WILL BE BACK!
I was glad to read that.
A petite elderly man got on the bus with a tote bag that said, 'Danger, Men Cooking'.
Our bus idled longer than it should have at Geary.
Two teenage boys, tired of waiting, sighed loudly and left through the back doors.
posted by Rachel at 12:06 PM
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