Sunday morning was not a good one. It started out okay. I woke up. I got dressed. I collected my notes for my tour. It all started going downhill when I needed to leave the house. Sure I knew that the train schedule was different on Sundays, but I had no idea it was non-existent until 8am (and I had somewhere to be at 7:45.
Here's the story:
6:54am - Check Nextbus for an update on the next train. No results are shown.
6:55am - Decide that MUNI must not be running, so check BART. Those trains don't start running until 8am.
6:55:30am - Determine that I have to drive downtown and park for the day. Search my brain for any ideas on a good place to park outside of garage where I won't get a ticket.
6:56am - Leave house. While walking outside, I hear the sound of an old train--the one from Cleveland to be exact. Walk over to the MUNI stop and board train.
7:01am - The train turns off of the street onto 17th. Knowing that I don't want to do this, I get off the train and run down to the underground station.
7:08am - Stop in at my local diner to to chat with my very hungover friends and change some money.
7:12am - See the regular train go by and determine that I should leave.
7:15am - Walk outside to the underground station to find that it is closed. Look up and notice the train is stopped a block and a half away, so begin running.
7:16am - While running, homeless people camped out by the church start yelling at me, calling me a c***.
7:17am - I get to the train and the driver is outside. Apparently he's not in a good mood because, in a very rude tone, he says "Tunnel is closed. You can't get on." Admittedly, I was a bit confused and distracted by the homeless people calling me a stupid c***, so I asked him to repeat himself. "Tunnel is closed. Won't open until 8. You wait." Uhhh...no waiting here. I explained that I needed to be somewhere by 7:45. "Not on train." Needless to say, he was very helpful, and the homeless people really made me feel good about myself as they relentlessly called me a c*** and regaled each other with a blow by blow of how I, the stupid c***, ran like a c***, then, still as a c***, couldn't get on the train, so I, the stupid c*** couldn't go anywhere because I am a stupid c***.
7:22am - Feeling the crush of time, since I hadn't eaten any breakfast and really needed to get something in my system, I start to panic. I see the Cleveland train pass by on Market Street.
7:23am - I start walking over to the first bus/train stop. Nothing there.
7:24am - I spot a taxi and try to flag it down.
7:25am - The taxi turns onto Market, making me believe it's all over. Then, the taxi driver waves me over. I run through traffic, just to find that he has a passenger.
7:26am - The driver rolls down the window and apologizes. I tell him to turn off his light and return to the sidewalk.
7:28am - I plant myself at the next bus/train stop. No taxis. No buses.
7:31am - A bus comes by. I board.
7:36am - The bus passes the old Cleveland train.
7:41am - I arrive. Since I have 4 whole minutes, I go to Noah's Bagels for a little breakfast.
7:42am - I order from a very angry girl.
7:44am - The angry girl takes my money. I misheard her when she mumbled the price, so I only put down $2. Upon her return, she looks at my money and says, "Uhh...It's $2.29". Easily fixed. I hand her another dollar. She completes the transaction and throws my change at me.
7:46am - I just want my damn bagel. I see it sitting over on the counter. Another worker who was busy standing around staring at nothing finally gives it to me.
7:47am - I arrive at the Ferry Building and see my tour group. I stand to the side and eat my bagel.
7:48am - I introduce myself. Things improved from there.
Some mornings really blow.
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