But I felt alternately bored and out of place in Saratoga, and appalled in Campbell by how ruined the valley has become through car and corporate dominance. Even though the valley has 20 times more space than the city, it feels crowded because of all the cars. Therein lies the valley's only hope. Sometimes taking the bus feels like a real pain in the ass. Especially when you sit at the damn bus stop for five minutes reading a map before you realize you haven't got change, and then you go into the Italian restaurant behind you for singles and as you're handing the cute waiter your ten and making a little small talk, the 22 Fillmore rolls by without stopping.
People say both.
There's no one on the bus. I sit by a window. Today, Muni rules. On the bus, of course, you get all kinds. As we rumble toward the Mission, we get Latino people, black people, Asian people, white people, old people, young people, weird people, mothers, widowers, possible gangsters.