The city’s on edge tonight. The trip home today marked YABMR (Yet another blown muni ride). This makes it like the fifth consecutive ride home that has just sucked. Started out good. got into the city ten minutes earlier than the trend of the past couple weeks. Even got into the muni station right as the N-Judah was pulling in. Then, well, slowness. A very long, slow, arduous ride to Sunset Blvd. at which, the great muni gods decided it would be fun to play the switch trains game. So, everyone off on train and everyone one on to the next train behind it. And then, wait. on green light flashes and we don’t move. another. then, another. i look out the window. apparently, the train we had just gotten off of was stuck in front of us. grrrr. i get out and start walking.

Flashback to the begining of the muni ride. We leave van ness station and hit the stop light right before the church and duboce station. Some homeless guy is seriously confused and tries to get off the train. he hit’s the “open door” bar and nothing happens. He yells to the attendant at the front of the car to open the door. he’s seriously confused cause he’s in the second car in which there is no attendent. he gets irritated. still hasn’t occured to him that he’s yelling at no one. he heads to the front of the car. I’m in the front of the car as well. He yells into the conductor cockpit. no one responds. there are a couple of us that tell him the stop is a few more feet up. he doesn’t like that news. he picks the closest girl to him and gets in her ear. “WHAT!” he yells.  the girl is asian.  I get irked. he walks back to his seat in the middle of the car spouting racial slurs all the way. he sits down. across from him are two more asian girls. he goes balistic with the verbal abuse. someone on the bus tells him to cut it out. he only gets louder. my ire grows. i don’t remember the last time i wanted to beat a man silly, but tonight marks the new milestone. i stare him down. he doesn’t see me. he keeps spouting. i get ready to move between him and the two girls. when’s this damn train going to move the 100ft it needs to in order to get to the fucking stop to let this asshole off? he catches me staring at him. he stares back at me. i don’t waver until he starts quieting down.

I know there’s nothing i can say to make this guy shut up. There’s nothing i can do to calm him down. he’s beyond the reach of my reason. he needs years of counciling. i still want to beat his ass silly even though i know that won’t accomplish anything. no lesson learned from an ass beating. I’m not usually this violent, but the city’s on edge tonight. must be something in the air. homeless guy is mumbling to himself now. the train starts moving. asshole gets off.

fast forward to the end of the muni ride. I’m walking back to the house. i get to my block and there’s a commotion. the neighbors are arguing. great. more white and asian hostility. i’m not interested in getting involved. this trip home has taken over an hour already, i have a boatload of work to do, and my aunt called me to tell me the patch panel i got for her doesn’t fit. the patch panel that i bought from hometech who double charged me and took up hours of my time last friday to get cleared up. The patch panel whose dimensions i had previously given to my aunt. The dimensions which were ignored before the contractors opened up the box and tried to mount it. The patch panel i now have to return and do more research to find one that’s 14 inches wide by wednesday.
The city’s on edge tonight. I’m on edge tonight. i need a beer. it’s too early in the week for a beer. sigh.

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