Moanday 10 August 1998

As I was getting off the Metro at the Embarcadero station today, it occurred to me that I ought to say something about it here, in the interests of fairness. Because I was up way too late reading that increasingly stupid book, and in my groggy semiconsciousness, all I wanted to do was to get downtown as painlessly as possible, get a large-as-possible coffee and a donut, and sneak into work.

And lo, there was no N-Judah train just pulling away as I got to that stop, taunting me with missed opportunity. Nor was there a train leaving the station as I walked onto the Church Street platform. Instead, within a minute of getting there, a big nice empty car arrived that seated everyone waiting with ease. We went on along the rest of the route without any delay. In fact, I barely even registered the trip until it was over.

So MUNI does have good days, and I'm here to testify. However. No sooner had this thought crossed my mind, walking down to the end of the platform at Embarcadero to transfer to the E train (AKA the Lazy Ass Line), then a Spawn of Satan appeared. With grandparents. "Gram-MA! MAKE the TRAIN hurry UP! We have to get on the TRAIN! Where IS it?" And so forth.

Note that this can hardly be blamed on MUNI. Still, it's the kind of thing that's always seemed to me the best evidence of the existence of God, or at least an extensive Godlike bureaucracy. "Alert, Condition Yellow - subject having good day so far, over." "Roger, dispatching SpoiledChild unit, over."

Oh, and lots of other crap happened at work but whatever, I could write a generic entry for that and just autopost it. Do many of you Earth people commonly spend your days in a kind of detached despair? So weird, so depleting.

Civic Duty Note: the owners of one of the buildings on Third Street have put a big sign on the side of their building, an arrow pointing straight up that says "SKY". That's so thoughtful of them. It's that kind of helpful attitude that makes San Francisco one of the world's favorite cities.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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