Bus Report #830
Last night I ventured out into the far away Sunset, to meet friends for dumplings way out on Taraval. Way, way out.
After supper we went to wait for the 66 Quintara. With 20 minutes to spare we started walking down 29th, a quiet residential street.
The night was still and warmer than we expected, the sky a deep blue-black. The walk was good, it was strange to be the only people out and when we finally stopped a few blocks later in front of a bus stop, the only other sign of life was a raccoon darting down the sidewalk into someone's yard.
When the bus arrived we were the only passengers, for the entire ride.
I can't remember the last time that happened. When the bus stopped at 9th and Judah to spit us out, we thanked the driver and headed off towards home.
After supper we went to wait for the 66 Quintara. With 20 minutes to spare we started walking down 29th, a quiet residential street.
The night was still and warmer than we expected, the sky a deep blue-black. The walk was good, it was strange to be the only people out and when we finally stopped a few blocks later in front of a bus stop, the only other sign of life was a raccoon darting down the sidewalk into someone's yard.
When the bus arrived we were the only passengers, for the entire ride.
I can't remember the last time that happened. When the bus stopped at 9th and Judah to spit us out, we thanked the driver and headed off towards home.
posted by Rachel at 3:55 PM
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