Bus Report #746
The 22 stops at Fillmore and I get on, greet Lacey (with her Muni-orange earrings and bangle bracelets), greet the World's Oldest School Crossing Guard, the sleepy couple in the back of the bus.
The two construction workers zoom around the corner and run onto the bus, even though Lacey will always wait for them. They say hi, nod to her, and smile.
Two stops later on boards the 80's woman (this week she's styling a red parka and red nail polish, red Reeboks, black combs holding back her hair, and more dark, pancaked makeup), the chatty woman with the pageboy haircut, and the teens. Everyone greets Lacey, jostles for seats up front so they can chat with her.
The grandma and her adorable little grandson, Josiah. He can't be older than five but he's fallen under Lacey's spell, too. An older gentleman stands up and moves towards the back of the bus so Josiah can climb up onto the seat closest to Lacey and talk with her.
The heavyset man who proudly tells Lacey he got his bonus last week.
The dude with the peyos-like hair escaping his baseball hat.
Everyone has to talk to Lacey, joke with her, make her laugh.
Have you ever been on such a lively bus, at 6:40 in the morning?