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It’s interesting what crosses ones mind while sitting on the bus watching people step on and off. Here are a few of my “deep thoughts”:
- I sure am glad that I have all my teeth
- I hope I don’t smell like that
- It’s nice that all of my skirts cover my bum
- Why does the largest man have to sit right next to me when there are plenty of empty seats?
- I am so glad this big man sat next me…less likely to get mugged
- Dirty, smelly people sure do kill an appetite
- I am way cuter than any of these people
In preparation for summer road trip numero duo I took my car in for its 60k mile check-up. Someone had no idea that a 60k mile check-up would cost an arm & a leg, but I checked with a couple of guys I know and apparently $400 is reasonable. Who knew? And who would think that 8 hours later $400 would have been a dream as opposed to the $561.21 I just dropped to replace a “valve cover gasket” (a what?) and drive belts (they must be Gucci). All in all I’ll consider it a win since a) I’m almost certain my car is driving better, b) It’s the first tune-up my car has had since 2006, and c) They washed it! HOORAY!
Not only did I venture south of market to get my car fixed, but I also took muni (#47) from the car place to work (30 minute ride!) and back again to pick up my car. I’m like a muni master! $4 round-trip in what would have cost at least $30 in cab fare. The morning ride was less disgusting than the afternoon ride, that’s for sure. It’s common knowledge that the icky people don’t wake up before 9.
Nothing like skipping down to the bus stop feeling super cute in my new skirt with hair that is behaving and looking ooh-la-la. And then looking up to see the bus pulling up right on time…and stepping on the bus and having the money machine broken so I get a free ride. Lucky me! I sashay my way to the 1st available seat and, the way my morning is going, fully expect to look up and see the most handsome, single man in all of San Francisco (who may or may not have a red rose for moi)…err…or a yucky homeless man with all of his belongings. Darn. Can’t win em all…
I met a new friend today. I like to call him Jazzy-T (T is short for teeth). We had a great conversation at the bus stop. It was so good, in fact, it continued on the bus. Apparently I’m quite engaging even without saying a word and not making eye contact. Who knew?
Mostly, Jazzy-T was working on renaming Polk Street. He had a few suggestions…Polka, Polkster, Polkend. In the end I think he settled on Polka. Then without warning, we get to his stop and off he goes…Not without a sniff of my hair and a farewell of “goodbye, sweetie” to me. Best Friends Forever!!!