What do I remember best about the busride? The girl with the cruel yet vulnerable lips, of course. Not a classic beauty, but with the capacity to be pretty beyond belief. Just add some crimson lipstick. Ooo-wee!
Oh, and the privileged people from the offices, of course.
Mostly and mentally Caucasian, very middle class, and just oozing that attitude. They really got upset at the uppity Chinese when the bus reached Sacramento and Stockton. Totally livid, in fact.
Not that they were mellow before.
Yes, they probably realized that Chinese people need to get home too, but not as much nor as urgently. They had gotten on upon leaving their Embarcadero law offices -- four buildings, multiple floors, dozens of companies, and hundreds of people named Esquire -- and, aware of their own importance, felt supremely confident indicating that all the Chinese people should wait for the next bus.
Because this one is full.
Of very white people.
Who will not move.
Come the revolution, comrade, the first thing we do is kill all the law office workers. Then the attorneys.
Years ago I worked for a company down there. The department head could recite the name of every single Beanie Baby in her office -- there were over two hundred of them -- but even after several months could not remember what I was called. John? Bob? Marvin?
That job lasted less than twelve months.
When we met on the street over a year after I left, she identified me immediately as "the guy with the foreign accent".
Good times, huh? Keep in touch!
Obviously all of her Beanie Babies have grown up, and they now work downtown. It's like they were born for the job! Plus they are all unique and have names, unlike Chinese people who are desperate to get home at Kearney Street, Grant Avenue, and Stockton Street.
Who are just "them".
One of these days I'm going to ram some one's cellphone up their ass.
It will probably be on the number one California line.
Late afternoon-ish.
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Tell us more about the girl with the cruel but vulnerable lips!
Was she kissy-poo?
Was she Asian?
Was she petite?
Tell us more about the girl with the cruel but vulnerable lips!
Was she kissy-poo?
Was she Asian?
Was she petite?
Yes.
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