Thursday, July 03, 2008


I don't know why I'm not inured to the fact that sometimes when I ride the bus* I'm going to be exposed to a long, boring conversation being held on the phone by some witless blabbermouth with no sense of self-awareness. I'm not talking about a conversation that just goes "Hi, I'm on the bus, just wanted to let you know I'll be ten minutes late. See you" -- I mean the kind of thing that might last for the entire bus ride and is chock-full of information nobody ever wanted to hear.**

The next time this happens, I'm tempted to take out a piece of paper and scribble notes, and hand it to the person at the end of the ride. "Emily should probably break up with Brad. Your roommate (Jordan?) was right to move your easy chair, since it was blocking access to the DVD shelf. The farmer's market on Alemany is usually better than the one in the Ferry Building, but the Ferry Building one has a wider selection of wild mushrooms. You should probably rethink your trip to Paris with Rick -- he sounds like a douchebag."

Those of you following me on twitter, that's the kind of thing whose existence I was wondering about. Not overheardinnewyork or whatever -- those things are actually funny.

* Mostly the Presidio shuttle, which hasn't happened a lot lately since I tend to ride my bike to work on non-band-practice days

** I know I've blogged about this already, but god dammit