23 4 / 2009
Community Dispatch from the ‘117
The lady driver of the 6-Parnassus (the one that arrives almost every weekday morning at Haight & Masonic at 9:14am) always greets me with the kindest “Good morning.”
She seems to know we’ve all been waiting in the frustrating gap between the end of “rush hour” around 8:55 and the pity courtesy shuttles that come around 9:15 to pick up the stragglers, and disarms all our buzzy stress with her smile of recognition. I know she recognizes me and the rest of my neighbors who are the just-slightly-later-than-9 to 5-ers. Although this 6 often arrives concurrently with the 71, and I know the 71 will get me to Van Ness slightly faster (it will usually pass her at Buena Vista Park and, unencumbered by trolley lines, mash it down the lower Haight in time to transfer to inbound Metro around 9:22) I sometimes opt for the pokey 6 instead because I love that driver, I know I’ll get a seat, and I recognize most of the faces on it.
On that note, a less than timely nod to Save our Six.
