Bus Report #909
A second look explained everything - it was a life-size cardboard cut-out of a celebrity who has taken to hawking headphones at the Shack.
I kept walking.
Further on, the open door that leads to the wetsuit landing was open, but no wetsuits in sight.
The bus arrived on time, our usual driver training a new driver.
As we made our way down Arguello to Stanyan and then down Haight, climbing up, up the hill, the light became brighter and brighter until I had to rummage through my bag for my sunglasses.
A man who always wears a watch cap got on the bus, hatless for the first time ever. He was bald. I never would have guessed, since he has quite an impressive and bushy beard. I wanted to introduce him to the giant genie so they could share beard-and-bald-head-care tips.
In the Castro, there were four different people walking four different, utterly adorable French Bulldogs.