Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Wednesday PM

Dirty 30 guest appearance and there are no less then 3 people that
look as though they may commit a felony sometime this week.

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Monday, June 23, 2008

Monday PM

Dirty 30. Pretty sure those sounds i heard were the exhaust going
since the entire back half of the bus is sitting an carbon monoxide
inspired lethargy. Though that may just be the delivery vehicles
strewn about stockton. The bus is sparsely populated and the bus
driver seems to be enjoying a game of human dominoes anytime he gets
the chance.

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Friday, June 13, 2008

Friday PM

I escaped work a little early with the intention of getting in a bike
ride and some fresh albeit foggy air before a late happy hour. The bus
is already busting at the seams and scented with the cotton candy
sweetness of strippers. I dont see any clear heels peeking from the
mass but im pretty sure they must be incognito. The usual battle for
the backdoor begins at market. I am going to hunker down and go to a
happy place.

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Thursday, May 15, 2008

ThursdayPM

Its the hottest day i can recall since moving to the bay area, a
giants game just got out and the guy sitting next to me is clammy with
sweat and beer clinging to a sack of cat food and there is a magenta
spandex camel toe at my eye level.

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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Wednesday AM the sequel

I managed to forget my laptop at home and so i get the honor to
relive my morning bus experience all over again. Fanfuckingtastic. The
demograhpic the is outbound from caltrain is decidely older and of the
social services seaking variety. The bus is ripe with the scent of
warm food and everyone looks like they on the bus to the soviet
breadline with the knowledge that they are already late and their
excursion will be fruitless.

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Wednesday AM

Somehow gloira estefan has found her way onto my ipod. This is really
not the kind of early morning musical discovery i need to be making.
There is a gentleman on the bus with 2in flesh colored ear plugs;
they look like an unweildfy yet very smooth growth. Chinatown is just
starting to come to life and all sorts of olefactory experiences are
making their way into the shop windows. The bus is crowded without
being chaotic or abrasively loud.

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Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Tuesday PM

Detour on the 30. Snoop dogg is picking his nose in the mirror near
the front door. Apparently is was Safeway day as pink bags are trumped
by paper sacks.

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Monday, April 14, 2008

Monday PM

The guy standing next to me is either rainman or was recently abducted
by aliens and is trying to remember the quantum physics behind
traveling faster than the speed of light; and he''s'definitely not
rainman. The bus is rather crowded for 5 pm - shouldnt all these
people still be at work? traffic is at a crawl on stockton and the
shop keeps are hosing down their sidewallks.

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Monday AM

The beautiful summer in spring weekend ended as the fog horns breyed
to warn of the fog barreling into the city and the associated cold.
Though sunny the morning chills to the bone and thus no windows on the
bus have been opened. This is unfortunate as the bus smells like moth
balls and dough. The automated voice of the bus that announces stops,
thouhg not always the correct stops, and the DING of the stop
requested pull are not working so the bus driver announces each stop
and slows down casually only slamming the bus to a stop is he notices
people standing in anticipation.

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Thursday, April 10, 2008

Thursday AM

After traveling on and off to scenic Las Vegas for a foreign investors
meeting in which i placed several small investments with a modest ROI,
i am back on my bus. Today is pleasingly mellow though heavy with the
wafting odor of fried dim sum items. The bus is full but no one seems
terribly interested in making a scene. This is an improvement over
yesterday when the nonsense babbling old lady in the peasant hat found
her way onto the bus. She has a tendency to yell at everything and
everyone, and also carry live animals in plastic bags which has
resulted in limited popularity with the bus drivers and other
passengers. Yesterday she was apparently upset with the sunshine as
she repeatedly looked up into it and enbarked on rambling and most
likely incoherent verbal assaults. The protection offered by her hat
seemed pretty comprehensive so i am not sure what the issue was.
Todays bus driver has a rather heavy foot on the brake which has
resulted in a domino line of toppling old people everytime we come to
a stop.

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Monday, March 10, 2008

Monday PM

A rather motley assortment of folks on the bus this evening including
a slightly crazy looking gentleman who appears to be testing each seat
to measure its comfort and view. None has proved satisfactory thus
far. As long as he isn't sitting in peoples laps during this exercise.
Apparently its hats and visors day - nearly every person that boards
the bus at kearny is wearing one. I wonder where they are coming from.
Presumably not a baseball game.

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Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Wednesday AM

Dear captain halitosis, I would really appreciate it if you could not
lurk right behind me blowing your rancid breath all over my very clean
hair. Thank you.

A girl is curling her eyelashes which I find to be a very daring
proceedure since the bus driver seems hell bent on playing human
bowling pins with the passengers today. A master of 4 inch high heels
even I have nearly toppled to an ankle rolling or knee dislocation
during this ride. Apparently there was a sale of rotton cabbage on
stockton today. Even after the bus has enptied of pink bags the odor
permeates the bus. The weather has taken a turn for the sun in recent
days which means its open season on black designer sunglasses.

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Monday, March 3, 2008

Monday PM

Apparently its educate your kid while spending quality time with you
on the bus day today. Plaid shirt dad is teaching his squirming
daughter some oragami with large sheets of pink paper. A couple of
tourists are looking cold in flipflops and shorts and the token $10
san francisco sweatshirts. There is an abundance of animal print and
chicken mcnugget smells on the bus this evening. I have no idea if
these are independent of each other. Buses must be running with some
measure of efficiency this evening as they are full but not crowded
and the back door is closing with ease. Someone is toting a giant cake
that likely has buttercream icing. It taunts me. Travel down stockton
is impeded by the crowds that are forced into the streets as vendors
hose down their sidewalks, removing bits of fruit and raw meat and
spittle debris. Animal print handbags are lined up on front seats- no
more mcnugget smell disproving any hypothesized correlation.


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Monday AM update

Crazy anxious guy with a wheeled cart that he somehow fit on the
overcrowded bus is having a nervous breakdown since the mystery of the
back door and how it opens is proving too much.

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Monsay AM

Captain camoflouge keeps stepping on my ties. I don't understand the
use of wearing camo in an urban environment- surely there is a better
color combination than orange and black to blend. Angry crazy chinese
guy and guy just trying to get to work have an exchange of
pleasantries. I am not sure what prompted this but the result is
variations on "fuck you" , threats of a beating, and a suggestion that
if the chinese guy really wants to fuck mr business man that bad he
should go try his luck in the castro. Fair enough. In the front of the
bus I thought talking out loud guy was just reading his newspaper
either into his phone or at a high volume rapid clipped pace for
reasons unknown. An improved viewpoint shows that he is in fact
reading a book to his very young son. The kid looks completely
confused though I'm not sure if its because his dad is talking way too
fast to be comprehended or he is in shock and awe of the millions of
pink bags that keep hitting him. Business guy is suddenly proving
himself less reasonable than previously thought as he is making snide
comments in earshot of crazy angry chinese guy. I really hope he
doesn't get stabbed in a most unpleasant way getting off the bus.

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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Wednesday PM

All aboard! Stop 2 on the route and the bus is already jam packed
with cal train refugees...and mother of god the smell of feces!!! A
free scientology film ticket is lying on the ground. I wonder if its
owner will be disappointed. But I am also wondering who stepped in
shit. A collction of the usual suspect have boarded. Folks that are
normally spotted on the morning commute huddling in the back of the
bus, sheltered from the stockton st madness. Upon further inspection
the scientology ticket does not bear a date or film restriction. And
the token uber traumatic life cell phone talker is loudly relating
some set of horror stories that include the words "restraining order",
"coma", "step-children", "spa retreat" and "oh my god". Tooth pulled
today so I will be alighting one stop later than usual to procure some
pain alleviation.


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Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Tuesday PM

A lovely bum fight featuring the popular elementary school game of slap and tickle has broken out on the bus. Outstanding.

Tuesday AM

1 bus. 2 bus. 3 bus. 4 bus. 5 bus. Finally 6 bus stops to collect
passengers and I will be late to work in spite of dragging my carcas
up early. "Excuse me mr" on the ipod queued perfectly as guy puts his
nuts on my shoulder. Fuck you MUNI.

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Monday, February 25, 2008

Monday AM

The man sitting next to me, who curiously looks like tommy chong
during his 70s show tenure, has removed a small square from the paper
he is reading and studied it intently. The square featured a small
segment on a greyhound bus accident and a grey sidebar on mike
huckabee. He has folded it neatly and placed it in his pocket and I am
curious which newsworthy item he treasures. He has since become deeply
absorbed in the oscar fashion revue. The usualy yelling to clear the
doors ensues. Todays crowd is apparently headed south of market as the
usual post-tunnel disembarkment doesn't occur.

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Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Wednesday PM

There are a bunch of ne'er do wells out and about tonight and I am
pretty sure they were all on my bus and the bart. Also I hope the
hopped up crackhead who either wanted to kill me or steal my beat up
suitcase full of high heels runs into the long arm of the law tonight.
You sir are an asshole and an excellent reminder of why crack is
indeed wack.

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Wednesday AM

Raining over half the city, crossing south of market suddenly there is
sun. Bus is packed end to end and there have been a lot of shouts of
"MOVE" as people try to wiggle through the masses at their stop.
Dripping umbrellas everywhere.

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Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Tuesday PM

The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round.
And stuff.

Cruising on the dirty 30 anticipating a transfer to the 45 at union.
The bus seems to have lost electricity about 6 times already. The
driver must be getting some service area inquiries as he has announced
the route about 6 times as well. The bus dies and shudders to life
again. Add rain, red light, repeat.

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Tuesday AM

The man stansing in front of me is small and somewhat effeminate in
features. His umbrella is dripping on me and his fly is halfway open.
I kind of want to zip it from him but mostly out of the selfish desire
to not have to consider the situation anymore.

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Thursday, February 14, 2008

Thursday

Work from home day due to illness. Decided to spare the people of the bus my whooping cough, if only for one day.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Wednesday PM

The 5pm bus. An abandonded 30 is causing minor traffic pattern issues
in the middle of 3rd street. Lots of hustle and bustle and a gentleman
who isn't interested in paying incurs the wrath of the muni driver.
Our freeloader makes his way to the back of the bus while swinging a
loaf of rye bread about in the hopes of the bus driver just giving up
but to no avail; he then parks himself in a front seat. Many people
scurry off the bus to board the one that has appeared behind it most
likely in fear that this standoff with be a long one. Their fears are
unfounded and the guy darts off the bus suddenly and attempts to board
the one that people had escaped to. And we haven't even crossed market
yet.

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