As it turns out, the streetcar goes crazy Saturday evening. We usually take the subway from downtown to the Castro, but some sort of delays occurred, and the station was packed, so we headed above ground to the F Train. That's right.
And the aboveground is a different world than the underground. The ride started out with someone slipping in the back door, a shouting match between two men blamed on either "Iraq" or "a rock" depending on if you ask me or my seat mate, a lady who got off after announcing to the train that she had bladder cancer and required a catheter, and a tourist with a giant camera who was taking his daughter to the Castro. While the underground is generally uneventful, apparently the streetcar is full of all the color. It reminded me of taking the bus in Albuquerque.
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