Let me start off by saying, I own a home. One word that no one ever uses to describe me is homeless. This alone should be enough to say that I've got some smarts. And, I think most people would assume that I have got more smarts than the average homeless person. Prior to this weekend, I would have agreed with those people.
On Thursday afternoon, I arrived in the Oakland airport, and proceeded to find the Air BART that would take me to the BART that would take me to San Francisco. I did my research. I knew how to get from airport to hotel. I was prepared. And, I was prepared because I am smart.
I got off the BART, and looked around and felt slightly overwhelmed when a homeless man approached me and asked me where I was going. I told him, and he pulled out a map and directed me on how to get there. Good thing Maren was with me because I was out of small bills and didn't have any money to give him. He was very helpful, and very smart. He was offering a needed service at a very reasonable price. That price being free for me...sorry Maren.
I had quite a few things planned while in San Francisco, and so again, I planned ahead, and looked up how to get where I needed to go using the public transportation available to me. The first night, it worked out pretty well. We got on the right bus, made it to Alcatraz, no problem. Well, just one problem...neither Maren nor I had exact change, so we ended up spending an extra dollar on bus fare than we needed to. On this bus, there was a smelly guy who got on right after we did. He spent the bus ride talking to himself. I also noticed that he didn't have very many teeth. A minute after he sat down, he stood back up and asked the driver for a transfer, and the driver handed him a transfer ticket.
We got back to our hotel later that night by just taking the same bus route but in the opposite direction. Again, no problem, other than the "exact change" sign still alluded us, so another dollar was lost.
I was feeling like a pro. I could get anywhere in this city. Maren figured out how to buy a Muni pass, so our exact change problem was solved. I was ready to go. And then, everything fell apart. No buses came when they were supposed to, the cable cars were always full, and we spent a lot of time walking around looking for the right bus stop (for buses that never came).
While riding on a bus that I hoped was going to drop me off somewhere close to my hotel, I saw a homeless guy on the bus who wasn't wearing any shoes. He pulled the cord for the stop he wanted and got off the bus.
How is this possible? On two separate occasions, I saw homeless people navigating a public transportation system that I could not for the life of me figure out. I am a college graduate, I have a CPA license, and above all, I have a home! I was being schooled in the field of public transportation by people who didn't have the know how to put on a pair of shoes or brush their teeth. This is not fair. How can I not be smarter than a homeless person? They can get on and off the bus at the appropriate stops, they have the right amount of money, they know how to transfer to a new bus...free of charge!!!! I can do none of this!!! I guess I will just have to take comfort that my teeth get brushed at least twice a day, and I definitely know how to put on shoes. Maybe I have to give these things up in order for the public transportation secrets to be made known to me. I'm not sure it's worth it.
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