Thursday, July 26, 2012

Bus Report #699

Early morning on the 38. The bus stops at Stanyan and suddenly I hear the driver yelling, "What are you trying to do, kill yourself?"
He's talking to a man who is standing in the step well, trying to get on the bus. The man just looks at the driver, blankly, and holds up his transfer.
But the driver's not done. "You don't walk in front of buses, man, you just don't. I could have hit you just now." He stares at the man, says, "You know what I mean, right? You better not do that again."
The man doesn't answer. He shuffles to the back of the bus and takes a window seat. A moment later, he turns on the small radio he's been holding. Staticky pop music blares out into our quiet bus.
Everyone looks at him.
He leans forward and rests his head on the back of the seat in front of him, the radio in his lap now, and the music still on.


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