Bus Report #781
We said good night quickly and I dashed out of the restaurant, cramming my card and receipt into my pocket as I ran for the 22.
The bus was crowded but I squished in next to a very large man and his crumpled grocery bags.
At Geary I crossed the street to catch the 38. Not a lot of people in the stop, just me and a couple of kids, and a pair of short, stocky drunks weaving their way down the block from Steiner.
The drunks swayed closer and one of them brushed past me on the left.
I can understand walking into someone by accident, I can even understand if he did it on purpose.
But grabbing the right side of my ass as he passed by? Come on now.