i have this weird way of (completely unintentionally) attracting cabbies and muni drivers. once i was only able to get out a cab by giving the guy a $6(!) tip and getting his phone number and promising to call him an hour later when i was done with my appointment. he was off work and wanted to buy me a drink. i was afraid he might be waiting outside when i got out. then last year, there was j~, my regular bus driver. he was an older gentleman and we used to talk. i thought of him as a father figure - he wanted to date me. after much embarrassment, i assume, on both our parts, i stopped taking that bus. and i learned my lesson – do not converse with your regular bus drivers!

 

so, when going about my daily business, i tend to have one of two expressions – either a smile or "i hate this fucking world, and especially you in it. grrrrr!" with my now four "regular" drivers, i usually smile and nod when i get on the bus and, if possible, say thank you on my way out. tonight, when i got on the evening bus, the driver quickly handed me a note. *flashbacks of j~ arrrrgh!!" completely flustered, i shoved the note in my pocket as i walked toward the back of the bus, mouthing the words "fuck! fuck! fuck!" on repeat, really fast. after the initial wave of "did that just really happen?" pass, i pulled out the note, half expecting a phone number and/or location, room number and time of meeting at some hourly hotel in the tenderloin. this is what i found.

 

yeah, i smiled.