Dear Seemingly Nice Man Sitting by Me 02.09.09
Thank you for sneezing on my knees and not apologizing. I know you tried to hold in those two consecutive violent sneezes by covering your mouth with cupped hands. But it didn’t work. I still felt your saliva spray my knee. It’s a cold, wet sensation that I’m sure you wouldn’t enjoy.
Next time, please apologize. Muni Manners agrees that you’re halfway there by attempting to cover your sneeze, but clearly I was an innocent victim, a standby close enough to feel the results of your wet outburst.
Apologizing might have felt awkward, but I’d have mustered forgiveness and perhaps even a smile, a kind “bless you” in return. Remember the Golden Rule?
F stands for Free, but it does not stand for Fun 02.07.09
Well, since this is my first time out at night riding the F down Market Street, I never knew streetcars heading back to the barn, particularly a Milan Car, would offer “courtesy rides” to Castro. Well, that’s what happened tonight, around 8-ish.
I was waiting for an F to Civic Center to continue my shooting of the “Wicked-themed” city buildings. As the F pulled up, it first said “NO PASSENGERS”. Then, the door opened, and the lady said:
COURTESY RIDE! STEP UP! STEP UP!
There were a couple of passengers on the car, but what I found to be amusing was that there was another Muni operator and a supervisor on the train. So, anyway, the car pulled away from the stop, about 10 people, including the personnel in the car, they were probably offered free rides because they ran out of transfers.
But, unfortunately, this was not the case before. When I was riding the F before on the Embarcadero, it was pretty full, as usual, because it was a Friday night. After I got off and snapped some pics, I did happen to see an F-car run a red light at the pedestrian crosswalk at the Ferry Building. Unfortunately, I do not have a picture because my camera turned off before I could even get a picture of it!
Fracas on the F train on a Saturday Afternoon 02.05.09
This is a story about a scary altercation between two huge strong men on the F train — yes that scenic line, ideal for tourists, lovers and leisure seekers.
Dave and I hopped on the F train on Market and 5th at about 4 pm this last Saturday and were immediately enveloped by the smell of urine. Seat checks seemed to indicate everything was dry and we counted ourselves lucky assuming that was the worst of it. Then this very tall, angry and crazy homeless man walked up from the back of the bus straight to this small young woman sitting on one of the single seats and grunted for her to move. She did so immediately, going straight to the seat facing the driver. She was probably about 4 feet tall, Asian-American, 15 years old or so, listening to her iPod quietly, nice as can be. But then Crazy man proceeded to stare at her and yell out that she should move to the back of the bus, among other crazy and angry remarks, leading up to just calling her b***** several times, in a loud and angry manner. No one did a thing. The middle-aged tourist couple sitting in front of us continued to consult their maps. And so the girl did all she could do, and rang the bell, and got off at the next stop. How the bus driver didn’t seem to notice was dumbfounding.
But that’s when things got really ugly. Crazy man must have been looking around for other people to pick on, when I heard the big guy behind me say, “What are you looking at, ugly?” This started a booming shouting match, which could have been amusing if we were not sitting next to the center of the hullabaloo. But it went something like this:
“You call me ugly?”
“Yes you dumb dumb stop looking at me.”
“Maddafakka!” (note Crazy man had a very thick Caribbean accent.)
“Stop looking at me or I’ll straighten you out you scum bag.”
“Why you call me Maddafakka?” (Demented point #1)
“Turn around you nasty. Mind your own business.”
“Why are you picking on me.” (Demented point #2)
“You turn around and stop causing trouble.”
Good Job Muni; You Pissed Off the Tourists 02.03.09
My cousin and aunt were recently in town. Since the 30-Stockton passed in front of their hotel in North Beach, they decided to do the local thing and give SF’s public transportation a try. Bad idea.
Around 3 p.m. they hopped a packed bus, mostly of school children and the elderly. The driver was going exceptionally fast, flying by all the other vehicles. He even ran two stop signs. My cousin, being the super aggressive whistleblower that she is, stealthily located Muni’s 3-1-1 number, and dialed in to report the dangerous driver. She got through, and the operator assured her that the driver would be reported.
When I met up with Nicki and Aunt Sue later that evening, they filled me in about their experience, radiating Muni spite. As far as Muni stories go, I haven’t heard of an on-scene complaint call. I always use Muni’s written comment form because it never seems that urgent. Plus, I like having record of the report. Are dialed-in complaints taken seriously? And what happened to the driver? Unfortunately, we have no way of knowing now. I scoured Muni’s site and couldn’t find anything on the aftermath of such events.
These sort of poor Muni experiences always leave me with more questions than answers. Hey Muni, ever thought of creating a frequently asked questions page? It might help with customer service and keep the questions to a minimum.
In the meantime, my relatives can sleep peacefully knowing that they live thousands of miles away from Muni.
Coming 2.18.09: The First-Ever Muni Diaries Pub Crawl! 02.02.09

You’ve heard the rumors. You’ve felt the chatter. You’ve smelled the … oh, never mind.
We’re pleased to announce the first Muni Diaries Pub Crawl, set to take place Wednesday, February 18. Whether you’ve been following this blog, our Twitter feed, or best of all, submitting stories, come join us for some beer and cocktails and meet fellow reader-riders!
We’ve carefully crafted a public-transportation-friendly route: We’ll start things off at our official supporter, Lucky 13 (Market and 15th Street), then head over to Dalva on 16th Street near Guerrero. From there, we’ll close the night out at Doc’s Clock on Mission (near 22nd Street). Getting home, well, that’s your problem. And Muni’s.
What I’m Seeing’s ‘Muni Meltdown’ 02.02.09
Had to link rec this one. Apparently Plug1 at WhatI’mSeeing.com kinda sorta forgot how, like, Muni Diaries is the one-stop shop for all things Muni, and went and, you know, posted this about a run-in with an ornery Muni employee today on their own, ahem, awesome website.
All’s forgiven, Plug1.






















