I was already a little high on cold medicine, sitting on an aisle seat on the 22 Fillmore. She took a long time getting on, and had a lot to say to the bus driver, who didn’t seem to pay any attention to her. She took a seat near me and then she started talking to nobody in particular.
"He’s dangerous. It’s dangerous out there. They’re going to do violence to women. Call the Police!"
I started to worry a little. Then she went on.
"Is it four o’clock? Call the police! What time is it? Is it four o’clock yet? Call the police! Call the police! At four o’clock they do violence to women. They do it at the 16th and Mission BART station, and at 24th and Mission, and sometimes at Potrero Hill. They always perpetrate violence against women. It’s sponsored by Heineken and Nazi Germany. Heineken, Nazi Germany and the oil companies. BP, Exxon, Chevron, Heineken and the Nazis. They hate women, and especially black women and mexican women."
She paused for a long time.
"And sometimes it’s the homosexual sadomasochists."
Not long after that we got to my stop, and the LED sign at the front of the bus read four o’clock. The part of my brain that comes up with bad ideas suggested saying, “Auf Wiedersehen, sssweetheart” and winking as I left the bus.