Now, since I have not been a regular commuter I do not know which of these events are normal. Yesterday I waited 25 minutes for the train to come. Then we got 3 in a row. Now that’s efficient. I have heard the new T train has caused some turmoil in MUNI land so I’m going to cut all the MUNI’ites some slack.
Today was exceptionally sweaty. I waited at my charming stop with my new neighbors. I debated even getting on the train when it arrived as it was quite crowded all ready. But I’m a risk taker so I stepped aboard. Sandwiched between the wall and a lady with a cane who unfortunately got out numbered on her seat, I planted my feet in hopes of finding balance. I try not to touch anything when I’m on the train but I have yet to master this art. I have instituted the mandatory washing of the hands upon arriving at the office. It adds another few minutes on my already delayed day but I find it necessary. The sneezing in my hair this morning might call for a mandatory shower this evening as well.
Now I wasn’t angry when I got on the train. In fact I had been reflecting on how nice it has been to not drive. You may have noticed that there is another boom in San Francisco. This has translated to me personally as less parking, more traffic, really, really long lines at breakfast, and naturally, no seats on public transportation. Apparently I’m not the only one on the block who has felt the smoosh. Some seniors on the bus today had reached boiling point. One older lady began recounting her morning aloud to anyone who would listen. I got the impression that this was not her common character but that she had reached madness. I had walked into my destiny for the next 30 min and it was hot.
At the foot of the park the train-riders parted the sea to allow for 2 wheelchair riders to come aboard. The type-A controllers on the train pleaded with the driver to call another train. The next train was 10 minutes behind, nobody budged.
Somewhere after 16th street, I removed my scarf, at the next stop I removed my coat. For those of you who don’t live in San Francisco, an extra layer of protection is always necessary, what looks like a nice day can turn into freezing with the turn of a corner. I have been known to use my air conditioner and my heater in my car on the same day. In this case I had to carry my extra protection on my overfilled bag. My shoulder is still not speaking to me.
At this point my Treo was reminding me that I was late for a meeting. So I scripted an email with just my thumb, thankfully I didn’t need more than a subject line, “MUNI drama…soon” Then it was into the tunnel of love for 3 stops, this is where I implemented deep yoga breathing. Each stop required that I exit the train to let off passengers and find myself a place to stand upon my return. The lovely couple next to me who had taken my spot seemed only more in love by sharing this experience. Powell Stop. I’ll see y’all tomorrow.