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Dear Andy (the lanky, mustached 20-something wannabe hipster kid standing next to me yesterday on a semi-crowded Muni train who pitched backwards into my lap before face-planting to the dirty train floor):
If you simply cannot refrain from ingesting mind-altering substances, might I suggest taking a taxi next time?
Luckily for you (and the rest of us), dear Andy, you happened to be standing directly in front of a handsome, headphoned medic when you blacked out amidst dozens of commuters and your companion's slurred cries of "Dude, Andy! Oh my god, dude!"
Mr. Medic leapt into action, demanded your buddy advise him what the two of you were on ("Dude, he just took some 'shrooms," was the reply), and helped you to your feet when finally your eyes stopped rolling back in your head and you were able to stand and sip from your hemp-leaf adorned Nalgene bottle.
"Nicely done," I told Mr. Medic, who was checking your pulse and vital signs as you woozily sat down, head between your knees, either wholly embarrassed (rightfully so) or hallucinating so badly you couldn't bear to look at your surroundings. Poor you in your Chuck Taylors and cargo pants. Next time, take a cab and spare us all your druggie drama.
Regards,
Your Fellow Bay Area Commuter
P.S. Thank you for not puking. Looked like you might there for a minute.
Posted by ayelet at February 20, 2006 12:19 PMThere's nothing worse than a low-functioning drug user. My philosophy is : swallow, smoke, shoot, or snort anything you want as long as you keep yr shit together and don't inconvenience others...
Posted by: amir at February 22, 2006 10:46 PMAnd I'm not talking about movies like "Speed" either...
Posted by: James at February 20, 2006 04:39 PMWhy hasn't anyone set a movie or a novel on the bus in any major metropolitan city yet? It's a ripe field for interesting stories.
Posted by: James at February 20, 2006 04:39 PMGreat story, well told, Ayelet. I think anyone who has lived in a major city has had mass-transit adventures, congratulations on your most recent one having involved a handsome medic and no unwanted bodily fluids.
Do you remember the crazy man on the bus back from the Museum of Natural History 6 or so years ago? He was a tin-foil hat carrying member of the paranoid-schizophrenic brotherhood complete with his own literature to hand out. I carried his booklet around with me for years...I may still have it.
Posted by: adam at February 20, 2006 02:06 PM