San Francisco’s public transportation isn’t perfect. The buses and trains are inconsistent and late. You get all sorts of crazies on board. But once in a while, you run into something extraordinary.
I was reading on the bus one night, and a dude with dreadlocks asked me how my novel was. I replied to him, and he showed me a paper bag full of books. He offered that I take what I wanted from the stack, since he said he gets them for free and just brings them to Berkeley, where he is finishing a degree.
He didn’t accept my offer to pay, and he didn’t even hit on me. So now I am a proud owner of the Complete Idiot’s Guide to Toltec Wisdom, a hard bound copy of a young adult fantasy novel, and a self help book on relationships. Nice.