Bus Report #1074

I trekked down to Trader Joe's and the post office, for errands (only one was successful, can you guess which one?)

At 6th Avenue a woman wandered onto our 38 Geary bus, barefoot, in a short dress, not warm enough for the day. No mask. Something wrong. Mental illness? Drugs? Both?

Singing to herself.

She had a lovely voice but everyone moved away from her, just in case.

At the next stop, the driver got up and walked to the back of the bus, carrying a disposable mask in a paper bag.

"Miss," he said gently, "You cannot ride this bus without a mask on, okay?"

And she nodded absently and took the bag, and put the mask on.

Sang the rest of the way, bare feet swinging as she did.