"I’m on my bus. It's the last leg in the 24 hours it has taken me to get to San Francisco from Seattle." I felt disgusting and exhausted and exhilarated.
"The bus driver is very sassy and particular in how she wanted us to load our luggage." I wanted her to approve of how I placed my bag. She obviously didn’t.
“The woman sitting on my left seems a bit off. I remember seeing her on the train, acting a little frantic. She has one of the giant Crocs bags that are trendy amongst moms currently. I think she’s also traveling alone.”
“Last stop is in front of the Sales Force building soon.” I didn’t know it yet but I was going to get very sunburnt that afternoon, see three flaccid dicks in a Philz, visit with an old friend, and have dinner with strangers in a booth at a cash only spot in the Mission to end the night.