Had I not forgotten my phone at my desk and needed to go back, I would've been on a different route running a different errand than "just getting myself home," but forgetting the phone nixed that and I was at my usual after-work bus stop. Bus after bus picked up people before heading across the Hawthorne Bridge, and the latest of the buses was doing so when TORTURED DEATH GRIND RISING THROUGH THE BUILDING-CANYONS DEAR GOD.
For a few seconds, it almost sounded human.
The echoes meant that I and at least some other people couldn't tell where the hell the noise was coming from, but then the smoke rising from the back of the bus made it really obvious. A fellow commuter, to her credit, tried to signal to the driver that something mechanical-hurting was going on, but the driver either didn't see her or didn't get her message. Up to the bridge it went, leaving behind smoke plus a smell that should not be.
Several minutes later, after the #14 bus I was on finally got across the bridge, we saw the horror-bus, stopped on the side of the viaduct, its back hatch open and several people plus the driver outside. Sorry, y'all. Not the way you wanted your Friday to end.
Still. WOW that sound.