The N-Judah Chronicles

Ever walk into a room or building and immediately know something is seriously wrong, without actually knowing specifically what it is? That’s how I felt when I decided to take a MUNI ride via the Church Street underground station this afternoon after running errands.
Right when I walked in, something just didn’t seem right. And after walking through the fare gate, I could tell something was up. People were standing all around on the walkway that is above both tracks and everyone had this quizzical-to-weirded out look.
At first, I thought someone had thrown a bottle or something at an incoming car, because I could see the remains of what seemed to be a large green-glassed bottle. But then when I got downstairs, they turned off the train entirely, and the train operator had a distressed look on her face. It turned out someone had jumped in front of the car and killed themself.
One hears about this from time to time, but it’s different when you’re there. If I had literally walked in 10 minutes sooner, I would have had the distinct horror of actually seeing it happen. For lack of a better, non-New Agey term, the energy in that station was just plain f–ked up and sad.
Within minutes they evacuated the station and the emergency response people were at the station. I took off and took my normal N a block away. So if you were wondering why there was no doubt a delay on some inbound lines, well, there you have it. A sad event, for sure.
(By the way, a big FU to the many cars on Market Street, including a limo, who refused to get out of the fire engine’s way. Don’t you people know how to drive?)