San Francisco People Part 3
San Francisco ...
By Roi Brooks
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Tuesday, July 21, 2009

MUNI Madonna

This morning I had to ask myself - So how serious am I about going to the gym before work this morning?


Turns out I was VERY SERIOUS!!

First of all I couldn't find my cheque book and I needed to mail the payment for the water bill in Belize today.
6:45 a.m. and the clock is ticking.
6:55 a.m. Ah! here it is. Still time to make it to the gym.
7:05 a.m. Arrive at the MUNI train stop and check the LED travel info display. Next train due in 29 minutes. WHAT! This is the rush hour. What's going on? How am I going to get to the gym before work? Maybe I should just forget the whole thing and go straight to the office.
7:10 a.m. "There'll be a shuttle bus along in 10 minutes guys" It was the MUNI controller on his phone talking with the control centre. So that's good then. I can still make the gym.
7:18 a.m. The bus turns up 2 minutes early but the driver is traveling in the wrong direction. "Turn that thing around" the controller commands and the bus disappears up the street looking for a place to turn around.
7:25 a.m. We clamber aboard the bus. I can still fit a 40 minute workout in if things go smooth from here.
7:26 a.m. "Does anybody know the way to downtown?" the driver is inquiring from all of us passengers. Head in my hands now but wait, 2 passengers move up to the front of the bus and start barking out instructions to the driver, who it turns out was new to the job that very day and had never been on the route before.
7:40 a.m. The bus reaches Duboce Park and I decide to jump off and run down to the Metro stop at Church. Hopefully if I can switch my journey back to rail travel I won't get caught up in traffic.
7:50 a.m. I'm on a train now. Can still squeeze in a half hour session.
8:05 a.m. I leap off the train at Montgomery and leg it up every set of stairs and keep running when I emerge above ground.
8:15 a.m. I'm working out now. It was an intense half hour!

In spite of all my own anxieties, I couldn't help noticing this Madonna like passenger who seemed to be saying that everything would be alright. And everything was...