Hot & Mysterious

It's been a while since I've felt compelled to write. This is actually good news. Despite the crap weather, Muni has been running well lately. Until today.

Mysterious and hot are adjectives best used to describe the potential date you spot across the aisle of the train, or a great film noir shown at the Castro. They are not the adjectives one wants to use to describer her commute to work. Unfortunately, today they are apt.

I entered the crowded T train at Castro and was immediately blasted by the dry, smelly heat emanating from the vents on the ceiling of the train. The doors closed, and we sat in the tunnel. The driver didn't alert us as to the reason for the delay. After a couple of minutes, the steamy train proceeded to Church. Same drill there. People were becoming hot and grumpy.

The bald guy with the iPod blasting what sounded like the End Up's greatest hits from 1998 didn't help. (Is there anything more annoying than the tinny sound of bad disco coming from ear buds? I take consolation knowing that he'll be deaf within five years.)

The stalls and heat continued as we made our stately, steamy way to Van Ness and then Civic Center. Throughout, the driver said nothing. I got off the train at Montgomery, wondering what the hell he or she might be doing up front, but the train sped away immediately after the passengers disembarked.

Then I spotted the driver of the N Judah that had just entered the tunnel. His full concentration was given over to scratching an instant lottery ticket. Perhaps it's Muni lottery day today. I hope that the driver of my train wins so he or she can retire.