Bus Report #751
There were a lot of brokenhearted passengers on the 22 Fillmore last week, I imagine.
On Tuesday I waited for the 22, and when it finally arrived, I did not recognize the driver. I got on and said good morning, and walked towards the back.
"Excuse me!" said the driver, beckoning to someone.
A man who had just boarded pointed to his chest, but the driver shook her head and said, "You! The lady!"
I took off my headphones and walked to the front of the bus. "What's going on?" I asked, prepared to show her I'd already paid.
She smiled at me and said, "Do you know the regular driver on this route?"
"Lacey?" I asked. "Sure."
"She got a promotion," said the driver. "But she didn't get a chance to say goodbye to anyone, so she asked me to say goodbye to the woman with the orange bag, and I guess that's you."
I laughed. "Aw, that's so sweet! Give her my congratulations."
"I will," said the driver, who next introduced herself as Terri. "She has a better schedule now, with weekends off."
"That's great for her," I said. I returned to my seat and we continued on, rolling up Fillmore Street.
On Tuesday I waited for the 22, and when it finally arrived, I did not recognize the driver. I got on and said good morning, and walked towards the back.
"Excuse me!" said the driver, beckoning to someone.
A man who had just boarded pointed to his chest, but the driver shook her head and said, "You! The lady!"
I took off my headphones and walked to the front of the bus. "What's going on?" I asked, prepared to show her I'd already paid.
She smiled at me and said, "Do you know the regular driver on this route?"
"Lacey?" I asked. "Sure."
"She got a promotion," said the driver. "But she didn't get a chance to say goodbye to anyone, so she asked me to say goodbye to the woman with the orange bag, and I guess that's you."
I laughed. "Aw, that's so sweet! Give her my congratulations."
"I will," said the driver, who next introduced herself as Terri. "She has a better schedule now, with weekends off."
"That's great for her," I said. I returned to my seat and we continued on, rolling up Fillmore Street.
posted by Rachel at 4:48 PM
3 Comments:
That's a shame for the riders- I rarely take the bus, but I would have liked to have the Lacey experience just once. More proof that your MUNI world exists in a different dimension than the one most of us ride on.
Yes, I do seem to travel in a weird Muni bubble half the time, don't I?
The good news is, I know there are other Laceys out there, maybe you'll cross paths with one?
Thanks, John!
I think we meet everyday many laceys, many men pointing at their chests, many women with colorful bags. What we only need is to see them.
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