Bus Report #761
A most pleasant
ride on the 19 Polk Tuesday night, though I thought it would be bad, since the buses
were running (it seemed) very sporadically. In fact, when I left the office,
NextBus said 7 minutes and 47 minutes. I was not looking forward to riding an
overcrowded 19 Polk. It is, not to be overly dramatic (but being that way
anyway!), a kind of hell.
I got on by the
brewery and started walking to the back of the bus, when I saw a familiar,
smiling face sitting a few steps away from me. It was A., who I haven’t seen in
a while but who I have been trying to catch up with lately. Excellent.
I slid in to the
seat beside her and we spent the duration of her ride chatting and joking
around. I always like running in to people on Muni and I don’t think I’ve ever
seen anyone else on the 19 Polk who I’ve been glad to see.
We discussed
summer plans (not many), news (not much), and joked about a recent shark week
movie, which led us to coming up with a new shark disaster movie idea that we
think would look great as a Claymation.
A. disembarked
at Market and I moved over to a window seat. The ride was surprisingly quick,
devoid of the usual drama. I saw a couple regulars: the elderly woman who
always slumps in her seat, napping, until we get to California Street. The
heavyset, greasy man with the overstuffed backpack.
A group of tourist kids
consulted a map by the library.
A woman wore an
outfit that made her look exactly like Waldo of Where’s Waldo? fame. Her
glasses looked fake but the rest of the outfit was believable.
A few blocks
away, a man standing on the sidewalk chatting with his buddy wore a T-shirt
that said, “I [Heart] Hot Moms.”
At Polk and
Sutter, a petite girl squatted in the doorway of a shoe store and play-wrestled
with a beige French Bulldog.
The bus fast approached
my stop and I reluctantly paused the Offramp podcast I was listening to. I’d
get back to it a few hours later, on the ride home from It’s A Grind.
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