Bus Report #922
This afternoon I took the 38R downtown, to see a genius about a battery.
Today being Bay To Breakers day, there were lots of people in costumes still roaming around. Out the window I saw Wonder Woman walking hand in hand with a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, with fat Elvis and a woman in a red tutu walking right behind them.
The bus filled up by Fillmore Street. A dozen students got in, followed by another unsolicited evangelist. At least this guy only preached at us for a minute, albeit very, very loudly.
The students didn't want to have anything to do with him so they crowded together in the middle of the bus.
When the bus stopped at Van Ness a few people dashed out of the bus. One of the students, a girl in a zebra striped dress, suddenly grabbed at her purse and said, "My wallet! Someone took my wallet."
She and her friends ran off the bus in search of the thief. We were stalled at the light for a few minutes.
The girl got back on the bus and started looking under the seats. Her wallet was nowhere to be found.
Her friends were waiting for her outside on the corner but she didn't get out of the bus on time and we zoomed past her friends as she tried to open the back door. She pulled the signaler - but since we were on a 38R, she wasn't getting out of the bus for a few blocks yet.
A tourist couple watched her frantic searching. The kids sitting in front of me and behind me pointed at the girl and whispered to each other.
"What am I going to do? Do these buses have cameras?" the girl asked the tourist couple, who just shrugged.
"You should call 311 and report it, tell them the bus number and see if they have any footage," I suggested. "And maybe file a police report."
"A police report? Jesus," she said. "Thanks."
"Good luck," I said.
The tourist couple wished her luck, too, and the girl moved to the front of the bus to get the bus number.
I hope she found her friends okay. Her wallet? Who knows.
There was a man who hurried out of the bus just before she noticed the wallet was gone, but other than a vague idea that he was wearing a light blue t-shirt, I don't remember anything about him.
Here's hoping her wallet was waiting for her on her kitchen table when she got home.
Today being Bay To Breakers day, there were lots of people in costumes still roaming around. Out the window I saw Wonder Woman walking hand in hand with a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, with fat Elvis and a woman in a red tutu walking right behind them.
The bus filled up by Fillmore Street. A dozen students got in, followed by another unsolicited evangelist. At least this guy only preached at us for a minute, albeit very, very loudly.
The students didn't want to have anything to do with him so they crowded together in the middle of the bus.
When the bus stopped at Van Ness a few people dashed out of the bus. One of the students, a girl in a zebra striped dress, suddenly grabbed at her purse and said, "My wallet! Someone took my wallet."
She and her friends ran off the bus in search of the thief. We were stalled at the light for a few minutes.
The girl got back on the bus and started looking under the seats. Her wallet was nowhere to be found.
Her friends were waiting for her outside on the corner but she didn't get out of the bus on time and we zoomed past her friends as she tried to open the back door. She pulled the signaler - but since we were on a 38R, she wasn't getting out of the bus for a few blocks yet.
A tourist couple watched her frantic searching. The kids sitting in front of me and behind me pointed at the girl and whispered to each other.
"What am I going to do? Do these buses have cameras?" the girl asked the tourist couple, who just shrugged.
"You should call 311 and report it, tell them the bus number and see if they have any footage," I suggested. "And maybe file a police report."
"A police report? Jesus," she said. "Thanks."
"Good luck," I said.
The tourist couple wished her luck, too, and the girl moved to the front of the bus to get the bus number.
I hope she found her friends okay. Her wallet? Who knows.
There was a man who hurried out of the bus just before she noticed the wallet was gone, but other than a vague idea that he was wearing a light blue t-shirt, I don't remember anything about him.
Here's hoping her wallet was waiting for her on her kitchen table when she got home.
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