I was waiting for Bus #31 this morning when I heard some music blaring from a car sitting at the stop light of Eddy and Van Ness. I looked at who the driver was, and saw this big, African-American woman busting away in the driver’s seat as if she were completely oblivious to the outside world. Her whole car was shaking with the music and she looked like she was enjoying herself, despite drawing in an audience from outside.
It was just an amusing part of my morning. Oh, San Francisco.