It’s 5:30 p.m., and I’m waiting at the Embarcadero Station for the Muni light rail. The N-Judah is at Civic Center, which is three stops away, and we only have 20 minutes to make our train. The N arrives, and everyone hastens aboard.
One couple has obviously been drinking and argues loudly with another rider who is trying to retreat gracefully. Every other word from the man is the f-bomb. The woman describes how her companion is especially fond of her private parts (her phrasing is more graphic). Our car is filled with Peninsula commuters who seem to be fascinated by their shoes. Fortunately, the Giants are not playing tonight, so our car is devoid of young fans. The couple gets off near the ballpark for more drinking: the night is still young. As for me, a quick ride home and quiet dinner was all the nightcap I needed.
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