"Some people call him Jesus, some people call him Buddha, some people call him Allah," an elderly black homeless woman preached as I climbed aboard a bus on the #3 Line on the way home from a dentist appointment. "But whatever you want to call him, the point is that he's God. And he LOVES you!" she shouted, so that everyone --even the forlorn looking youths at the back of the bus with their earbuds blasting mp3s into their ears--could hear her message.
At that moment, the bus driver slammed on the brakes, put her into park, and got up out of his seat to wag his finger in the face of our Universalist evangelist and inform her that there was to be "no religion, none whatsoever on this bus. Because you know why? Because you might be a Christian, and I might be no religion, and that woman over there..." and as he pointed at a woman in a full, black burqa, the bus driver began to look a little uncomfortable, "she might be...some la la blah blah blah religion. So no religion on this bus."
"Yessir," our preacher mumbled. But as the bus driver resumed his seat, she couldn't help but conclude her sermon with some closing thoughts. "It's just that I really don't want to see another 9/11 happen. And I want folks to know that God loves them."
Profound, absurd, and so quintessentially San Francisco.