My Muni Family
The L-Taraval is certainly an interesting line. I love riding in the morning to work. Well, not love, but I do take some comfort in consistency in the people I see and smell every day.
There are these three guys who get on who smell like garlic, cigarettes and no shower. Wherever I’m sitting, they have to sit next to me. There’s also “perfume sprayed on her clothes and in her hair” lady, “too much cologne and not enough shower” man, and the lovely “hard-boiled eggs and breathmints” girl. Then there are the regular folks like “big dude in the skull sweatshirt,” good-looking big headphones dude, sleepy girl, can’t close her mouth girl, and my favorite, someone I call Carl (in my head of course) who dresses all in tan every single day and who uses spray-on hair. I don’t know any of these people. I don’t really want to know them, but I like that they are there.
Photo by Flickr user Octoferret
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Written by: Andrea
What about that couple who look like they met at a sci-fi convention? Do they still get on west of Sunset?
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I’ve never seen them. I’ll have to keep my eye out.
You know who I miss? That mentally disabled lady who wears giant headphones, carries a police scanner and swears loudly and violently to anyone who she deems inappropriate.
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You are a good writer, I can just picture these people.
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