Tuesday, June 06, 2017

Bus Report #979

Last night, the 22 smelled like pot, rose water, and Chock Full O' Nuts coffee. The three odors mixed and mingled until they became one very, very strong scent. Even with the windows open, there was no avoiding it.

A man sitting across from me passed his friend an unlit (but very pungent) joint. Then he pulled stacks of (stolen?) Macy's and Starbucks and Red Lobster gift cards from his bag and flipped through them. He had watches, too, several boxes of watches, and tried to sell the cards and the watches to everyone sitting nearby.

I declined to buy any of his merchandise.

On the 38, a woman with bright pink hair held a paper plate heavy with frosted cake. The cake was topped with strawberries, sprinkles, and dozens of Pocky sticks just... bunched up on the top, like fireplace kindling.

The cake looked, on one hand, absolutely delicious, and on the other hand, completely disgusting. She was on the phone and her voice was so annoying I wanted to grab the phone and toss it out the window. Even with the volume on my music turned all the way up, I could still hear her.
I wasn't alone. One of her seatmates wore big headphones but still held her palms pressed over her ears - to drown out the girl's voice, I assumed.

Thankfully she got out at Presidio.

Quiet reigned on the 38 for the rest of the commute.


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