Chest-puffing assholes on the 49
OK, Roguish Passengers on the 49. We need to talk.
Just when I was having polite, inane conversation with the slightly off-kilter woman next to me, you two up the ante and start bickering like kids in a sandbox. After she fled from the bus like it was on fire (thanks to you two), all I had left to do was watch you assholes fight over who stole whose shovel from the pail.
All I can gather is that Roguish Passenger 1 touched RP2 wrong. RP1 kept insisting he didn’t mean to, but for some reason, chests were puffed, voices were raised and everyone in the back of the pee-pee smelling bus (evening commute bonus!) looked around hopelessly for a flak jacket.
Props to the big guy with a briefcase who suggested the homies (his word, not mine) calm their asses down and stop starting shit. You’re far braver than I, Briefcase Man.
How about a lesson, for both Muni and life? If you think someone touched you wrong, especially if you’re on a crowded bus, get over it.
Oh, and another thing: the age-old issue of gentrification in the Mission. People like to complain about how chi-chi boutiques and the pending arrival of American Apparel assault the perceived character of the neighborhood. While I don’t think boutiques and the snobby salespeople that go with them should displace the fruit stands and taquerias that the Mission has become famous for, I don’t think we should discount the fact that with dollar stores, cheap drinks/eats and the delightfully gritty atmosphere people like to brag to their friends about comes the type that’ll, say, fight someone on the bus for touching them wrong.
Does this happen on your bus when it’s in Pacific Heights? The Marina? I’d bet it doesn’t, but someone set me straight if you’ve seen otherwise.