Bus Report #1011

The bus was empty this morning, perhaps most people got the day off?
For the beginning of my ride it was just me and the friendly Russian woman with the bad knee, with Tasha driving us.

We flew through the Haight and up the hill, and picked up the giant genie on Twin Peaks.
As always, he was the most put together person on the bus, or at least he looked that way.
Lotioned his hands, arms and head with quick twisty movements.
Flannel and jeans and tidy-looking sneakers, dopp kit on his lap, dandy brush, mustache balm and all the rest.

I noticed he'd changed his nail polish (he's been polishing with blues and greys lately) and his color almost matched mine. I caught the man sitting across from me watching as I held my hand up and looked at my nails, then over at the giant genie's, and then back at mine.

The man's got style. No dispute there.

He ate his oatmeal and I listened to a podcast. We picked up more regulars, everyone quieter and more tired-looking than usual.

When the giant genie got out at Mission, I caught a glimpse of his nails one more time - a lighter, plummier blue than what I'd thought. Still good.