you're like a cigarette

Sitting on a stoop, waiting to buy some bike stuff (duh) in the upper haight yesterday Jerry Garcia's doppleganger (no, really) began a conversation which eventually migrated to me (I was the only other person around) - "oh shit I forgot my cigarettes! this damned bus will never come now" (this reasoning always makes me laugh, even as a non-smoker I know it's a proven fact that lighting a cigarette is one of the few things that will make a bus come) - Jerry mumbles something about Muni letting him down then, I suspect partially because of my chuckle and partially because there was no one else there, asks me for the time (which was 6:05 or so) - he was, I learned, trying to get to 37th and Geary by 7:00 (quite doable). No sooner had I told him the time than the bus came careening down Masonic stopping (just barely) to pick him up (no attempt to pull to the curb).

"you're like a cigarette man!" he yelled as the bus doors were closing. I can only imagine how terrifying this must have been to those passengers who didn't have the context.

Jerry Fucking Garcia thinks I'm like a cigarette.