So I’m riding the 6, heading outbound, up Haight Street when i hear this woman having a conversation. She’s young, well-dressed and wearing a pair of dark dark sunglasses. And at first she’s just talking to herself, quietly, saying things like, “I know who you are, I know who you are.” She’s repeating it over and over, rocking from side to side while doing so.
I notice peeps are starting to look around, trying to figure out who she’s talking to, maybe it’s them, maybe it’s herself, it’s tough to say because of those dark glasses. It’s then that the bus makes a stop at Divisadero and a few passengers get on. This guy in a blue button up and navy pants sits in the open seat next to the woman. I see everybody kind of look around at each other, knowing this guy just stepped on a land mine.
The bus driver closes the door and with one big jerk the bus chugs up the hill.
“I know who you are, I know who you are. ” The woman starts rocking again, but this time she turns the guy in the blue shirt and says, “Quit looking at me.” The guy looks puzzled. “What,” he says. “Quit looking at me, you think you know me? I know who you are, I know who you are,” she says.
Then the woman shifts in her seat and starts screaming at the top of her lungs, “Visual Rapist! Visual Rapist! Stop looking at me Visual Rapists!”
Damn son, I’m thinking, this is nuts. But then it becomes that thing you can’t turn away from, and soon everyone on the bus is looking at this woman. The more people look, the more she screams. And in the middle of this, the guy sitting next to her turns over and says, “Can you please stop bumping me.” Dude just turned hit the turbo boost because now she’s in his face screaming at him, saying things like, she’s going to beat his ass, saying how, these are PRADA sunglasses she’s wearing. PRADA! That she needs no man to take care of her, that these sun glasses are PRADA!
Dude in the blue shirt doesn’t know what to do so he looks for an exit, he stands up and tries to move away but as he does so, there’s something wrong. The guy reaches for his wallet but it’s not there. “You stole my wallet,” he says. “Give me my wallet.”
“I didn’t steal your wallet,” she says. PRADA!, she says. ” I don’t need your money. These are P-R-A-D-A!”
At this point, the driver pulled the bus over and everyone is at a standstill. If this was a western showdown, I’d bet on the woman.
Then the guy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bic pen. It still has the top on, and he says, “Give me my wallet or I’ll fuckin cut you.”
Nobody knew what to do. Not even the driver, he was just sitting there, like the rest of us, looking through the rear view mirror kind of memorized by the whole mess.
It was then when another passenger says, “Your wallet’s right there. You dropped it when you got up.”
The man in the blue shirt picks up his wallet, and makes for the exit. “Back door,” he yells, “Back Door!”
“We’re not at the stop,” the driver says and then he fires up the bus and we start moving again up the hill.
Photo by Flickr user Darwin Bell
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More like a psycho bitch with a bad case of schizophrenia, man if that dude the felt the brunt of that bitch of course get pissed!
Bad enough I put up with nuts and psychos on the bus and the last thing a person need after a hard day of school or work is a nutjob getting crazy on your ass!
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Hahahahaha! HILARIOUS!
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Of the hundreds of diaries told so far, I must admit, this one gave me the most chills, as it’s just simply *real*
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This story is a winner.
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Wow. Wow. This is insane. I’m just going to shut up about the N already and be glad that’s my regular ride.
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This is truly a well-spun tale. It reminds me of one time, upon a visit to Kaiser’s injury clinic with a friend, a young woman (similarly dressed) explained softly to the intake nurse that something was wrong with her eyeballs. She kept looking down and all she could mutter was that she was in excruciating pain and that “something is wrong with [her] eyeballs”. She muttered to herself while we all sat in the waiting room, was sent up to ophthalmology but back down to the injury clinic, all the time muttering to herself. I was not very sympathetic to this girl because I am so self absorbed that I honestly thought she was trying to “copy” the friend I was with who is totally blind and was bleeding profusely from his foot. I don’t remember what my point was, but I will bring it back to the original report: the mobile mental health outreach team should really spend a day or so a month just riding the rails and doing their intervention there!
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this reminds me of something that happened on MUNI, I think it was on the 22 or the N during the summer when the weather was warm. Anyway, this woman boarded who was rather well endowed and had a tattoo on her chest. So there we all are, I’m reading the paper, and more than once she’s shouting “stop staring at me!” “stop looking at my chest!” and so on.
Finally there was this elderly man (one of those guys who wears a hat and a full suit every day no matter how warm it is) who was observing all of this out of the corner of his eye as he read his paperback book. Finally, tired of this woman shouting, he said “Well maybe if you didn’t paint a target on yourself and wear clothes that would make a sailor blush, no one would stare at ya!”
Unsure as to what would happen next, I suppressed the laugh but that was a true MUNI Moment….
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This totally exemplifies living in San Francisco – you’re wary of the homeless and the mentally ill, and then when you’re pushed you do something as embarrassing as accusing them of stealing. Then in the humiliation that follows, you can’t even get out of the bus. A well-told tale.
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I’ll never think of a Bic pen in the same way again.
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Ahhh. good schadenfreude. cathartic.
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