Crowded Muni Anecdote

I am always amused by the looks on the faces of morning riders of the N, from Carl & Cole on in to Van Ness as the cars approach capacity. The doors open and there is a hesitant moment of calculation: how has that diet been working out? How long can I hold my breath? Is this the day I finally succumb to a claustrophobic freakout? This morning, with my face pressed against the glass and a small child wedged between my backpack and the adult next to me, I could observe people waiting at the Duboce park stop, anticipating boarding the incoming train with pained expressions, as if they had just swallowed a large flying insect, or stepped in something squishy and unsanitary.

In a strange way, that made me want to laugh, though in doing so I likely would have injured myself, as someone’s knee was already crushing my ribs.

2 Comments so far

  1. jack (unregistered) on September 27th, 2006 @ 4:22 pm

    ;-) I ride my bicycle heading downtown early in the morning; minutes before the sun raise – it is so beautifull and cool.


  2. veronica (unregistered) on September 27th, 2006 @ 4:44 pm

    I always wonder, as I wait at Duboce, if the people already on the N are silently laughing at us. And then I teach them a lesson by cramming myself on there anyway. Personal space bubble be damned!



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