24th & Mission BART Station, where I wait for the 67-Bernal Heights bus every afternoon. The 67 usually arrives at the stop about 10 minutes early and the driver takes a break. During this time all of the regular riders loiter around different parts of the bus stop, trying to predict exactly where the bus will pull up in order to be the first on. I stand back and watch the old ladies almost run each other down as they board the bus with their carts and grocery bags.
Directly across the street is a McDonald's, one half of which is painted with a dazzling mural. Guess what? Not once have I buckled under the waft of french fries and dashed across the way to purchase a fried treat. But I'm not saying it will never happen.
Down the way from the stop is Carlo's Bar, out of which mariachi music pours. Sometimes you'll see regulars gathered outside smoking and exchanging stories.
No lack of characters in this neck of the woods.
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