Conflicting Interpretations of a Misplaced Nickle
Society is certainly nor at its best during the evening commute, especially in San Francisco where the busses are always overcrowded and running behind. All this and the warm ocean air can lead to grumpy passengers and operators.
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Fiction by Brett Coker
Illustrations by Alison Colby
I was commuting on public transit from San Franciscos Inner Sunset District to Berkeley at the time, and the ride was about an hour and 15 minutes each way. Take the N-Judah streetcar from the Sunset to downtown San Francisco, then catch the Richmond BART across the Bay and get off at Berkeley. Sometimes, on returning to the city after work, I would take the N-Judah back home, but from 5 to 7 p.m. the streetcars were usually jam-packed with people just getting off work. Most of these people were pretty short-tempered and aggressive this time of day, having just had their asses kicked around a cubicle for eight or nine hours.