A Dispute about air on the 49-Van Ness
Photo by Art Siegel
The bus was steaming up when a young guy standing in front of me with a long braided ponytail reached over to open the window. But just as soon as he opened the window, the big guy next to him reached over to slam the window shut. Without a word, Pony Tail reached over again to open it. Then Big Guy slammed it shut again. Shit was about to go down.
“Hey what’s wrong with you, I just wanna open the window, dude, get some air,” Pony Tail guy said.
Big Guy murmured something testily.
“Whatchu lookin’ at me like that for? What, no, it’s not cold! It’s hot in here! What? You wanna do this?” Pony Tail shoved a finger into Big Guy’s chest. “You wanna do this?”
Big Guy shoves back at Pony Tail. The older woman sitting next to me yells, “You guys, STOP IT!”
Big Guy stepped up closer to Pony Tail and said something we couldn’t hear, then Pony Tail said loudly, “I was just opening the window, and dude here with his hella BAD BREATH is trying to start shit!”
A young woman sitting behind Pony Tail started laughing, and now Pony Tail had an audience.
“You gonna start something with me, over air? You gonna try to send my ass to jail, because I want some air?” Pony Tail said.
The older woman next to me was not amused. “You should go to jail!” she yells.
Pony Tail wasn’t deterred. “Dude, if this was my stop we would both get off here and we would settle this outside!”
Finally audible, Big Guy said that, actually, this WAS his stop, and that they should indeed get off the bus here together.
“But this isn’t my stop, yo?” Pony Tail protests. “I was saying if this was my stop I would settle it with you!”
Big Guy got off the bus and we all breathed a sigh of relief. Pony Tail continued to talk about how he would have caught a cold or the flu if he hadn’t opened the window to get some fresh air, what with so many people being sick and this is the flu season and everything.
Minutes later, a young woman wearing a white sweater boarded the bus and made her way toward us and Pony Tail.
“Heeeeey girl,” Pony Tail said to the young woman, who clearly didn’t know him.
“I like your number! What is it?”
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