After much meticulous planning I decided to let fate decide my day, and fate is a funny old thing because I had bad luck and good luck. I got good luck again. After Alamo Square I said, ok, whichever 22 bus comes first I'll get, and that's the direction I'll head in, either to the Mission or out towards the Bay (and onto another bus, to the Bridge). That one came first, and the driver was good enough to give me a transfer that lasted all day (so no more rooting for change for bus fares…