Weather in SF
Everyone always says “We don’t have weather in California — we have climate.” Ha. Wednesday night I stood at the bus stop just outside the gate to Treasure Island staring at the SF skyline while it poured. It was pouring so hard Zoz’s office ceiling was leaking in at least six spots.
Then the bus passed me. And didn’t slow down as I ran into the street. And then ran after it screaming. At quarter to one in the morning. The next bus was due at one thirty in the morning. And it would take me to downtown SF where I would have to catch another bus. I couldn’t even start walking towards downtown SF because pedestrians aren’t allowed on the Bay Bridge.
Instead I flagged down a taxi and thanked my lucky stars that I could afford to. And that there was one passing by.
Thursday night I stared at the same skyline from the back of Death’s motorcycle. A superior way to travel.