Extreme observation of the ‘no eating on Muni’ rule

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Muni rider Rose sends us this gruesome photo and description. Help her solve the mystery.

This greeted us last week at the Park Presidio-Geary stop for the 28. No, not a fake Halloween set, a real one with remnants of breakfast. What could be the story behind this?

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Written by Rose ! Hancock
Tags:  28-19th Avenue

9 Comments

    troymccluresf   October 27, 2009 at 8:38 am

    And people say the Richmond is boring.

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    Erik   October 27, 2009 at 9:45 am

    Someone was breaking the etiquette rule about dental hygiene on muni and then forgot to pick up their teeth when the bus came.

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    Rachel   October 27, 2009 at 10:23 am

    Yikes. Okay… maybe someone was waiting for the bus and decided to enjoy a snack. Uh oh, better take out those fake choppers, don’t want to break them and have to get new ones!
    Mmm, this is good. Oh, there’s the bus! Wait for me! And our hero runs to catch the bus, sans teeth. Tragic.

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    jeff   October 27, 2009 at 10:28 am

    Perhaps this is too much of a psychological X-ray, but could the dents have anything to do with the various condoms we’ve seen left on buses?

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    Eugenia Reply:

    eeeew grosssss. Jeff! old people erotica? Well, I can only hope that when I reach my old age I can be as sprite.

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    jeff Reply:

    they don’t have to be old. and there’s something … non-intrusive about dentures, when they’re not in the mouth, that is ;)

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    driver   October 27, 2009 at 12:13 pm

    Allen carried his uppers in his coat pocket. The dentures had stopped fitting eons ago, and now he used them like a GPS, pointing the way when he was lost, marking his spot like the proverbial breadcrumbs, and sometimes showing them to the punks on the bus with hair like Bantum roosters. Allen knew he hadn’t been the same since Tilly died. When did she die? Aught one or two? That’s when his uppers stopped fitting and had to step out of his mouth and into the real world.

    Allen saw the 28 ambling up the street. His mind may be going, but there was nothing wrong with his vision. He worried about his return. Would he remember where he lived? Would he remember where to off board? Instinctively, he took his uppers out of his coat pocket and carefully placed them above the Muni Info sign, marking the spot.

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    Eugenia Reply:

    driver, why haven’t you submitted to the erotic short fiction contest? Or is this your way of saying we need to have a non-erotic but sweet and romantic short fiction contest on Muni Diaries?

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    driver Reply:

    I don’t/can’t write erotica. Sadly, I can’t master the genre with any success.

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