I encountered my mortality on

I encountered my mortality on the MUNI this morning. The driver was going much faster than usual; he was hurtling, really. “We shouldn’t be going this fast,” I thought to myself, “This really is too fast. Isn’t the next station coming up? Will he be able to stop in time or will we be dashed to bits against a 2 car, L, L?” The woman standing next to me applied makeup from a compact, oblivious to our impending doom. Many other people were asleep. Was I the only one that felt it, the imminent death of us all? (It turns out that no one died, was injured, or was even jostled slightly. Boy, was I wrong about that.)