I like Mondays. There, I said it. I like them because coffee feels the most right in my hand. The week is young and fresh and coming off of either a great weekend (this one was!) or a bad one, you get to start anew. Talk about the compostable paper cup being half-full.

This weekend, I filled my time with family, wine country and an Oscar viewing at a 89-year old San Francisco theater. Among the highlights of this weekend’s festivities were also some pretty standard (read: not-so-standard) muni adventures that I can’t help but share.

First, there was the lady sitting right behind the clipper card scanner who served as the bus’ honorary peanut gallery. A lady stood in front of her with a backpacker’s sack on her back and a jean pant leg wrapped around something we all hoped wasn’t an actual leg. Every slight of her movement sent the people to her left and right jumping out of the way for fear of its contents. People seated had no where to go but to squish up against a stranger which felt more comfortable than being hit with mysterious limb. Lady-behind-clipper-scan is yelling “Whoa! Yyou gon’ hit someone with dat backpack!” but is quieted only by a man who slowly stands to his feet from the back of the bus who somehow flew under the radar with a black and white long-haired cat on his shoulders. She starts back up, backpacker and cat-man now side-by-side but this time speaks to the cat, “You chose the right one, baby…”

They both get off the bus.

Yesterday, I hop on the bus after a wonderful yoga class and there is a young man half-way back who yells, “Happy Sunday!” only to be greeted with silence. People look around, not too sure where such an exclamation came from. An older woman gets on and starts chatting up the 4-year old across from her. She tells him he’s smart and the dad beams. She then yells, “Hey! Where are you from?” to get the map-folding tourists’ attention. She thanks them for being a part of San Francisco’s number one grossing industry. “Happy Sunday!” A few grumble “Happy…Sun…Day…” The little boy hops off looking back at his newfound friend, “I didn’t get your name!!” She replies, “It’s Grandma!”

Unrelenting the young man tries again, this time louder. “Happy Sunday!!” Now the whole bus…”Happy Sunday!!”

Happy Monday.