Back story:
I ride the 24 bus from my house (26th & Castro) in the outgoing direction. Then, I get off at 3rd & Palou (VERY bad neighborhood) and get on my 15 bus that goes down 3rd Street. Everybody thinks this is weird & that I should be riding the inbound one to the Castro Street Station (and then the underground to the ballpark). I say that the extra 10 minutes added to my commute by going the long way is well worth the fact that the 2 busses I ride are not crowded and I rarely have to stand…prime reading real estate (them Danielle Steele novels don’t read themselves). The only rub is that 3rd & Palou is an extraordinarily bad neighborhood (unnamed friend saw a double homicide here). Again, everybody who hears that I go here every morning thinks I am cuh-razy. Funnily enough, I have never ever been hassled – not even for spare change. The afore-mentioned spare change purveyors have literally asked the person to my left & right, but skipped me!
Anyways, today was the official last time I will be riding the 15 bus, as the new T Line will be officially opened. This is a streetcar that will run up & down 3rd Street. Kinda sucks on account of the fact that the 15 bus dropped me off 1 step from my building…now, I will have to walk a city block to work, but whatEVAR – it will still be faster (and it forces me to exercise). Plus, it will save me time going home because the T Line will go all the way to Castro Street Station (I used to have to get on N, then K, L, or M at Embarcadero & then get bus at Market & Castro).
Remember how I mentioned I have ridden the bus from 3rd & Palou without incident for the entire year I have take this route? This morning, this record was marred…forever.
So I was standing at the bus stop, patiently waiting for my bus. My morning had already been interesting because the 24 bus I was riding broke down at Mission & 30th – making us all have to get off and wait for the next one. This was actually the second time this week I had experienced this, but I digress. After 10 minutes, the bus arrived and we were happily on our way.
Upon arriving at 3rd & Palou, I get off the bus and walk over to the stop for the 15. I waited about 5 minutes & up it rolls. I happen to be standing right where the front door lands, so I step slightly aside to let the people get off the bus. As soon as the last person disembarks, I fat ass my way back over to in front of the door. Of course, everyone else does this, as there is no sanctity in technically being the first one there. I notice that an older fella is to my left, so I let him get on before me. Then, I take my turn. Before I could even realize what was happening, the woman behind me said, OUT LOUD, “Oh I see, white people first.” Because I am a hothead, I whipped around to say something. Unfortunately, she refuses to make eye contact, so I keep on a-walkin. At this point, I convince myself that I was imagining it & trudge on to look for a vacant seat. THEN, I unmistakably heard, “Stupid Cracker!” Again, I whip around & the beyotch looked down again. She had the guts to spew, but not to engage me. Once I sat down, I was so tempted to tell my neighbors what had just happened to be, but they didn’t look like they would be too sympathetic.
Ugh.