For the first time since I moved jobs last September, I worked late at the office.
Now I’ve got remote access so I hardly stay past 5:30 (I’ve gotten spoiled now that I know I can be home in 20mins via the express, which ends its runs at 6pm) — but we were all pitching in to get some sets out for bid today. And 9pm found me walking from Jackson square down to Market St. to catch a bus.
Shit, I’ve forgotten that all the riffraff and stinky wierdos of San Francisco crawl out of their godforsaken holes and ride the Muni at night.
In that one busride from hell, I had 3 stinky dirty homeless/drunk men standing right beside me and I’m not kidding I wanted to hurl. One of them kept stepping on the back exit step-down at every stop, would call people to enter and get a ride…and this fucking guy really slowed the ride to a crawl. Now that had the pleasant effect of making his wonderful aroma really fester. It was so unjust…most of the people in the bus looked tired and ready to go home and I felt so aggrieved by the fact that we had to put up with this smelly parasite who didn’t even pay fare. Hay nako this is so un-PC but I really did wish he found a treasure trove of alcohol (which he reeked of) or ice (which he looked like he would enjoy) so he could get a free ride to his crackhouse of the afterlife.
Oh yeah, 2 idiots also started pushing each other on the bus and ended up “taking it outside” and I would have bothered to listen more intently to their yells and grunts when they got off, but I couldn’t muster the energy to give a shit.
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