I don't own a car. (I don't believe ANYONE should own a car unless they need it for a special reason.) Not only am I car-free, but I live up a rather steep hill. Pulling a cart full of groceries up that hill is not within the realm of possibility. So, before Mollie Stone's on 18th St. started their shuttle several years ago, I had three options:
- Borrow a car (but now I've totally stopped driving).
- Plan a shopping trip with someone who has a car (not ideal because I don't feel free to take as long as I want).
- Take a bus or walk to the store and get a taxi/Lyft home.
Number three is not so terrible. But I loved, before the pandemic, strolling/rolling down the hill to Mollie's, doing a humongous shop....
AND GETTING A RIDE HOME UP THE HILL WITH DENNIS!
Dennis is my friend. I always enjoy our very brief chat, and he has renamed Loulou & Nikki. He always asks, "How are Fifi and Pierre?" When he puts all the bags in the house, they greet him happily -- even though Poodles are not French at all!
Once I was walking home with the pups after a long walk, which didn't include a stop at Mollie's. We got caught in a cloudburst. Clearly we were about to get soaked. That wouldn't have bothered Nikki & Loulou in the least, but it would have been a big drag for ME. Suddenly the Mollie Bus appeared from nowhere, and Dennis offered me and the pups a ride home! It was like magic, like the night bus in Harry Potter! Dennis was my savior.
I am a city girl, and these encounters with the people who work in the neighborhood stores ... I thrive on them. They give me a strong sense of connection to this place called San Francisco.
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