Menacing Muni
When I lived on Jones and Sutter, my room was the corner room right on the street. I had the #2, #3, #4 muni lines that stopped under my window on Sutter, and the #27 that stopped under my window on Jones. After about a year, the #27 became equipped with a really loud announcement for the blind stating the bus line and destination that echoed through our flat each time it made it's stop under my window. Every seven to eleven minutes I heard a mechanical female voice bellow "27 Bryant- to-Cesar Chavez". Sometimes I would think that I had heard it even when I hadn't. It was annoying as hell, but my roommate and I knew it was a necessary feature, and tried to make light of it. We would mouth along with the faceless voice and make funny faces. When I moved to the Mission a few months ago I was delighted to get away from the blasted muni line. No more shouting announcement and no more puff of thick black smoke seeping in my window every time the buses took off. A couple of weeks ago I was sitting at my desk of my new job, and I could have sworn I heard the familiar jingle of the bus's presence. I thought maybe I was having a flashback. (to be read like a war veteran)"Hi, I'm Reese and I served time on Jones and Sutter and NOW I'LL NEVER BE THE SAME"! "I can still hear the MESSAGE LOUD AND CLEAR"! I looked out of the window immediately to my left, and there stood the spewing beast. There is a stop no more than 50 feet from my window. It's tracked me down. It's relentless. It is my fate. Help me.