Bus Report #874
Yes, I could have taken the 38 to the 22, or taken a cab, but NextBus kept promising the bus was on its way, and I can't afford to take a cab every time Muni fails. Because that would be a lot of money.
So I waited. Waited with the guy who wears too much Axe body spray, waited with the mousy woman who always stands in the Ballet School doorway with her coat and hood gathered around her.
Waited while more and more people walked, ran, biked and drove by.
Waited while the sun grew brighter, so that I had to put on my sunglasses.
Listened to an entire episode of the Scott Free Podcast.
And then, yes! The bus arrived.
We got on and then the driver hollered back, "I'm only going to Mission."
I was angry. "What's going on this morning?" I asked her. "We waited for 45 minutes."
She explained there had been an accident (she did not say where) and that the buses had been stuck behind it. "There's another bus behind me," she said.
I got off the bus and waited for the 'bus behind her'.
Ten minutes later it showed up and we slowly made our way towards Potrero.
But not without the wires coming down twice.
And not without some Upper Haight street rat kids cursing out the driver for not picking them up. The kids cursed the driver, and their dogs barked, and then the kids threw cups of coffee at the bus.
The rest of the ride smelled like milky coffee and cheap cologne (once the Axe body spray guy got back on the bus at Mission).