Old Asian Ladies

I do not know what it is about the San Francisco Muni but single time I get on that bus I end up getting yelled at. Not by a mean old bus driver hating his monotonous life (sorry for the rather bold assumption bus drivers, I'm sure some routes are rather thrilling... really) and no I don't get yelled at by some wanna be gangsta G 13 year old taking the bus home from middle school. Every time I step through those glass doors and up the gum and grime laden steps and take my seat on a used swine flu infested plastic seat (if I'm lucky enough to snag one) a little old Asian lady finds a reason to yell at me. It never fails. Now most of the time I am not quick enough to pick up on why exactly they are raising their voice toward me, for I can rarely understand what they are saying. However, today I was able to understand through a series of violent gestures.

Let me give you a slight background: today was a downpour in the city. In the six minutes and twenty-three seconds that it took to walk to the bus stop from my apartment the wind inverted my umbrella twice and I was soaked. Now I don't know when the last time you were out in a downpour but when you end up soaked you tend to drip water wherever you go. Anyhow, so I get on the bus and accidentally drip water on the seat next to me. Now since it is pouring rain, not that many people are out and about so the bus is pretty empty. We take off and then screech to a halt at the next stop. A very old Asian lady steps on the bus and takes a look at the seat next to me then looks me in the eye with a stare that makes me feel as though she just walked out of the gates of hell just to come give me a piece of her mind. I shiver in my Sperrys (not because of her but because it's absolutely freezing and I have lost my body fat due to the recovery). I do however, look away and sigh because I know that the much expected old Asian lady fight is about to exhaust me once more. Through a serious of fast paced sentences being spat at me and large gestures from the seat to me I sit through her yell and lecture at me. The whole time all I can think is this, if the water is that much of a problem A. what on EARTH are you doing out of the house in the pouring rain and B. SIT IN ONE OF THE OTHER TWENTY AVAILABLE SEATS ON THE BUS! I continue to ignore her and she plops down on the seat next to the one with five drops of water on it and continues to occasionally look at me, huff, lock eyes with an old Asian man on the bus, and shake her head.


Okay old Asian ladies who ride the San Francisco Muni, I understand that you all seem to ooze anger the second I walk onto the bus but if I am such a demon seed to you all JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!

To demonstrate my point I leave you with this hysterical youtube video. Please make sure you watch the video in it's entirety or it will lose it's awesomeness.








Disclaimer: I have nothing against old Asian ladies and by no means have the intention of stereotyping all the muni-riding oldies in San Francisco. I would just prefer if 90% didn't absolutely hate me.