We caught the 33 home last night after hanging out at a high school cafeteria,
and what's this? Not only is driver 1870 flirting with a friend, but
she's perched on his headrest and fussing around in his little driver's
nook? Our Lois Lane instincts taking over, we whipped out our phone,
turned off the backlight so we'd be less conspicuous, and pretended to
be chatting away on it while videotaping the affectionate couple.
At first, we felt kind of bad about it, but then we heard the lady
ask, "what'll you tell your wife?" And the driver replied, "I'll tell
her you were at work," and then suddenly we were less John Stossel and
more Joey Greco. (But would
that make these people actors? Maybe that metaphor doesn't work.)
Anyway, let this be a lesson to us all -- if you're riding Muni, bring
a camera and don't be afraid to document what you see. We all have
opinions about the service, but if you don't get pix or screengrabs, it
didn't happen.
Twenty minutes after we boarded, we disembarked with a phonefull of
footage and THE STORY OF THE CENTURY. Extry! Extry! Lady stands
unusually close to bus driver! Muni personal-space calamity! Stop the
press0rz!