Wednesday, January 30, 2013

SF Drivers,

the 5 bus

The joys of complete dependence of public transportation are mostly fleeting and scarce, but the occasional awesomeness does occur. Today for instance: when the bus driver saw me running to catch his bus, he motioned that he would wait for me. Also? Sometimes there are defensive drivers on Fulton Street that don’t run me over with their cars, even though I recklessly dart into oncoming traffic to catch my bus.

Thank you, bus driver, for waiting for me. Thank you, car driver, for not killing me even though you could have,



  1. That's what I miss about being in Boston - the nice bus drivers who would open the doors and let passengers in when they weren't supposed to. Of course, most of them would heartlessly carry on...ignoring people who ran next to the bus for blocks and blocks...

    anyway. I never did that. I just want to make that clear. My bus stop happened to be in a place with a stop light and my crosswalk went right in front of the bus, so basically if I could get into the crosswalk I could block the bus from leaving until it let me on.

  2. I need to move to SF. This morning I ran toward the bus as it was pulling away and the driver wouldn't let me on. There was clearly enough room, and the stoplight was clearly red. I just stood there in the middle of the intersection and put my pouty face on. He pretended not to notice. Stupid bus driver.

  3. It's the small things in life, isn't it?

  4. No more darting in front of traffic. You're too hot to die.


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