Bus Report #923

Last night when our bus stopped at Haight and Fillmore, three police officers got on and slowly moved to the back of the bus. Were they looking for someone in particular? Checking for something?
No one knew.
The mood on the bus grew tense, quiet. People who had been texting or listening to music a minute earlier were all now frozen in place, watching the cops.

They stood in a clump in the back of the bus.

Nothing happened, so the driver headed up the hill when the light changed.

I still don't know what they were doing on the bus. Did our new interim chief of police direct his officers to take public transit and interact more with the public? Or were they actively searching for someone?

I watched them as they chatted among themselves and checked their phones and their radios. Two of them were quite young, with neat, short hair.
The third police officer had a thick mustache that looked like a caterpillar hanging out above his lip.He was a younger version of my neighborhood nemesis, Officer Mustache. Only cuter, and there was no chance I'd be busted for jaywalking while sitting still on the bus.

When I got out at Geary the police officers stayed on the bus.
I wonder where they went.