Watch for flying projectiles
Submitted by Muni rider Amanda
I work for a firm nice enough to let their staff leave early on New Year’s Eve. After picking up some coffee on Harrison, I thought to catch a 47-Van Ness on 5th Street to bring me back home to Hayes Valley instead of hiking back up to Market Street.
Around 9th, a toddler started to cry profusely. The mother informed (nay, screamed) at the toddler’s father that her child’s screams meant she had soiled herself. Right then and there, the father of the toddler ripped down her pants, tore off the diaper and slapped a new one on.
My fellow passengers and I stared at this family in disbelief. The only thought racing through my head that moment was “what happens to the dirty diaper?” Not 30 seconds later, we found out what happens to dirty diapers on a Muni bus — they go out the window.
I hope no one around 11th and Harrison was hit by a steaming projectile.
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Written by: Amanda
Just when you thought you’d seen it all.
I think people who do stuff like this (and “this” includes clipping your toenails, eating food that requires both hands or a utensil, talking on the phone, etc.) just think of the bus as an extension of their own personal space.
Though it may fall on deaf ears, I encourage everyone to realize that there are other people on the bus, not just you. In this case, maybe think of the people outside the bus??
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aww, yet another reason to love the 47. used to take that line every day to work. good times.
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