Having chosen to live in an 'up and coming' area, I have the thrill of riding the Number 5 bus to work every morning. Some would say that the buses in 'Frisco are 'socially inclusive'. And that my bus is very 'special' indeed. I, on the other hand, would say that it's rammed to the roof every morning with criminals and mentalists, half of them on their way to court, the other half to the loony hospital...it's the Noah's Ark of human deviancy.
Like all buses, there are signs up front imploring passengers to give up seats for the 'elderly and disabled'. A tricky business when bipedal activity is a rarity for everyone on board. Every morning, there's a geriatric dance as passengers try to out-mental each other in a bid to sit down. I usually win - having four able limbs and a stupid accent is enough to convince them that I'm the biggest freak of all.
Incidentally, Davis in Central Valley has some brilliant buses. They're easy on the eye and you can hop on and off them at your convenience:
Not a bad idea for London really. Bendy brained bendy bus bastards. The only Londoner I've met who supported the decision to get rid of the Routemaster buses had been run over by one. And you know what? I reckon she deserved it.