When 1 Person Has the Whole Bus Concerned For Their Lives

I am pretty convinced that everyone on the 38 Geary at 4:45Pm today was equally concerned for their lives and for that matter, their limbs. I got on and sat in front of a sexually ambiguous homeless and pretty crazy individual. Luckily for me and my head, there was a row between us. Even that though didn't assure me that I would come out alive since this person was chanting some jumbled poem of sorts about his/her trials and tribulations while simultaneously slamming what looked like a metal pole/fan on the bus seat; to keep the beat of the poem, of course! Needless to say, I got off 3 stops later with my body all intact but maybe a little more deaf in one ear.