Bridge the Gap

Two long-format dreams last night. In the second, I was part of a group that got involved between two competing powerful secret societies, both of which had competing interpretations of the same hidden thing. Naturally, I woke up just after our group discovered they were both wrong, but just as we were approaching the reveal on the true meaning.

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Dear San Francisco Muni:
Why is it that when walking the twenty-minute leg home from BART, I see anywhere from two to five 48 buses going the other way - but generally zero in my direction? I don't mind the walk, as it's flat and has so far been decent weather. But this clumping makes no sense.
No love,
Me