Thankful for family

It's Thanksgiving so in the spirit we celebrated with too much food and great family time. The morning started with Linz and I freezing our bums off while waiting for the Turkey Trot - a 5k race over in Polo Field. After the race Matt and I went on an adventure - a public transit adventure.

We decided to ... gasp ... take public transportation to Aunt Jean's for the feast.

The bus:
We started off on the bus from Chestnut and Van Ness to City Hall. Sitting in the front of a bus was a very articulate lunatic talking to everyone in the bus. He actually had a very clear and dignified voice, but only about half the sentences made sense. To ever minority who walked on the bus a hateful slur flew out. An Indian man sat in front of him and the bus talker asked, "Where in India are you from?" The man looked excited to talk about home and said, "The South." To this, the bus talker replied, "Why did your people kill Ghandi? Bad idea. You know, in the days of Nietzche..." and then went off into random tangent number 53.

5min into the bus ride, a man carrying a full garbage bag boarded. He walked on in the middle of the bus talker's rant and started mumbling "Crazy man. You're a crazy man. Be quiet your mouth crazy man." Bus talker stopped for a minute and then looked down the bus to where garbage bag carrier was standing. "Sh, wait your turn. You're crazy, not me. I'm talking." Garbage bag carrier mumbled, "bah." Finally, bus talker stopped - "OK, you're turn to talk," he said to garbage bag carrier. "Bah," was the reply.

Muni:
After the bus we made our way down to muni. We had to shimmy a bit to get to the stairs because two men were fighting over a flask at the top of the stairs. How nice. Muni wasn't terrible - just a bit smelly - then again, I think that was the brussel sprouts I made for Thanksgiving.

Bart:
The worst of the three. When we arrived at the Bart station I got in the wrong line - I got in line behind all the people who couldn't seem to figure out the ticket machine (which ultimately made us miss our train - no worries, the trains come every 20min).

Finally, ticket in hand, we made our way down to the train stop to wait. Matt went to sit and a man about our age looked at him and said - "oof, wait! Don't sit. You sat. Sorry dude I didn't think you were going to sit there." We looked down and Matt had sat straddling a used hypodermic needle. Terrible.

When the train finally arrived we sat in a 4-seat spot to have more space. Matt put the sprouts down and when he placed them on the floor both of us eyed an empty flask under his seat. What is it with public transportation and flasks?

After the train picked up, I learned I had sat in the wrong seat. A dirty man sat across from a dirty woman right behind us - the woman was inches from the back of my head. Throughout the train ride the two introduced each other to one another twice. Then, they started talking about friends who had passed. Then the man started talking about how he was "in the business." The woman seemed to whisper all her replies in the conversation in a childish voice - flirting? A few times throughout the ride the man said, "Girl, you're weird. I want to get to know you. You're strange."

Oofa.