Trolley-side

Summary

K.B. Silver recounts a nostalgic and humorous personal anecdote about a memorable trolley ride in San Francisco with her now-husband, marked by a near-accident and the loss of a cherished coffee cup.

Abstract

The narrative "Trolley-side" by K.B. Silver is a vivid recollection of a lighthearted yet eventful day in San Francisco during her courtship. Silver fondly remembers her favorite coffee spot, the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, where she enjoyed her preferred beverage from a treasured silver mug. The day takes a turn when she and her partner, known for his humor and quick wit, decide to take the trolley. Despite her enjoyment of the outing and the company, Silver, who suffers from vertigo on moving platforms, has an unfortunate incident while boarding the trolley, leading to a fall and the loss of her prized coffee mug. The story concludes with gratitude towards a kind stranger who helps her and a lingering sentimentality for the coffee cup she lost that day.

Opinions

Silver expresses a deep affection for San Francisco, particularly her favorite coffee shop and the trolley rides.
The author has a strong emotional attachment to the coffee mug, considering it irreplaceable and still lamenting its loss.
There is a sense of humor and lightheartedness in the way Silver describes the incident and her partner's reaction.
Silver conveys a sense of gratitude and appreciation for the stranger who helped her after her fall.
The memory of the incident, particularly the loss of the coffee mug, remains clear and impactful for the author, even years later.

Trolley-side

San Francisco is my favorite place I love to get a drink from the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf I pick my shiny silver mug, sporting their logo the perfect size, and grip, the perfect opening I know I will never find another We meet there today, instead of at your spot the one with the bagels I don’t have work, and we are going out to play it’s a luxury, but we’ll take the trolley I’m wearing my favorite coat the wool one with the pink-lined hood As I step jauntily up onto the line I feel your hand tight behind mine Heart racing You are fun, and quick with a funny word You take one leap to the back I gingerly step over legs Just as I make it to the edge the overhead jolts into use Motion sending me toppling down my face coming inches away from the gravelly pavement My tumbler tumbles and shakes at last, it rolls out of view The kind hand pulls and rights me anew I sit as quickly as space will allow Thanking the stranger looks and applause now abound You felt so bad it wasn’t your hand All I could think of was my prized coffee chalice

K.B. Silver

American writer

This is a memory from the time when my now husband and I were dating. I get vertigo on moving platforms like buses, escalators, or those sidewalks at the airport. It’s funny, the thing I remember most clearly is the coffee cup I lost that day. I still lament losing it from time to time. Seriously though, the passenger kind enough to save my face, I remember you also, applause, applause!!! If you can believe it, I am almost positive that the trolley in the picture runs the same line I was taking.

Trolley-side

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