I took the subway downtown yesterday, and the Castro station turnstile I used had a delightful problem with its digital display, which read "ASS OR $1.50." I fear for the MUNI employees, as it's only a matter of time until someone drunk enough to have some real fun with that message stumbles along.
In less amusing MUNI news, a twentysomething hipster lost consciousness on my train, causing a delay. What really perturbed me about this was how blase the paramedics were. They were practically rolling their eyes and snapping their gum, and they seemed to really take their time about getting him onto a stretcher and removing him. I relayed this to the Sober Husband, who was disturbed. "They should be racing around, looking really upset and concerned" like TV emergency workers, he felt. "I want to think it will be like it is on television if I ever get hurt."
2 comments:
If they only took herbal "supplements" they could advertise the old "Cash, grass or ass, nobody rides for free!"
Poor Sober Husband. It's not ever going to be like tv, they just have to do their jobs, not sell commercial air time.
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