Bus Report #1101

 This morning, a rainy start to the Lunar New Year.

This bus was strangely full for a Tuesday after a national holiday and for a day that is a public school holiday, but never mind. It was quiet and you had a podcast playing, Thermos of tea in hand.

At the front of the bus a girl got on wearing a beanie, a fleece jacket, and fleecy pink pajama pants - not the best outfit for the weather. She put on a mask and you thought - bizarrely- that it was not a mask at all but a beard from a costume shop. When she turned you saw that it was a mask but that her thick, long, brown hair was making it look like a beard.

At Haight, two rough-looking redfaced men got on. One laden with bags and coat layers, talking loudly to himself, and another a drowned rat who tucked himself into his seat, clutching a phone in his puffy red hands. He nodded off quickly, dropped the phone. Picked it up. Nodded off again.

You stepped off the bus at Potrero and hurried across the street and down the hill.

The rain started up again just as you passed the fire station.