Little Boy Blues

Today on the K there was a little boy sitting next to me dressed in a full suit. He was the cutest little thing and he had his head on his mom's lap and hummed to himself the entire way. Something about it comforted me so much. Loved it!

Sometimes You Have To Just Say No...

Today after a long day at school I got on the 43 Masonic and was happy to see a couple empty seats. A young guy approaches the seat next to me and asks if he can sit - I assumed this was because I had my stuff rolling over onto the seat.

The minute he sits down a god awful wave of B.O. hits me.

Ten minutes later I look over at him from gasping for air on my other side and think he has a friend that he is talking to. I soon find out that he is actually singing and talking to himself. Some of the lyrics I caught from him were:

"I'm not gunna wear a woman's wetsuit... I'm a man! Give me a small man's wetsuit."

"It's my birthday and I want to go out with my friends. But no one compliments me! All my friends are out..." - This is accompanied by him acting like a five year old and pouting and stomping.

He sang the chorus every few lines and it went like this:

"I've got hurt feelings. Hurt feelings. I've got hurt feelings." - In a very high pitched voice.

So, moral of the story is that though I now feel for this guy a little because his song does seem a little sad, sometimes you have to just say no to Muni goers asking to sit next to you!

Roller Coaster Bus

I was on the 38 Geary the other day along with a tiny child who, at every downhill no matter how small, would scream and put his hands up in the air as if he were on a roller coaster. I thought this was cute until today, on the 43 Masonic, I saw that this seemed to be a new fad... And when a big group of 12 year olds are screaming at the top of their lungs at every bump and downhill (hello! we are in San Francisco here!) it is far from amusing.
The 43 was so soooo crowded, like never before, because of these kids who insisted on screaming. I can only hope they weren't from San Francisco and that the hills were some kind of "treat" for them, because if they live here and if that's how they react every time they experience hills, I will never ride the 43 again.