Bus Report #760

This morning my 22 Fillmore was early. I rode in early morning silence with a few regulars, including the 80’s lady (red ski parka, beige mini-skirt, chunky heels) and Mr. Fantastic (new flat-top-yet-bouffant hair cut, neon yellow wristlet, plum and maroon running shoes).

The Mission looked quiet, even 16^th Street plaza felt subdued.

My café was empty when I got there. As I walked down the block afterwards, another early morning regular, a cabbie, stepped from his taxi and grinned and waved.