Photo by post author, Cameo
About a year and a half ago I was on my way to a party and I noticed a really rank smell. I ignored it because some people on Muni just reek. Soon afterward, the train got very full, and while I was sitting, I had people crammed up next to me and hovering over me. I then began to feel the drip. I could feel something cold and oozing slipping down my legs, down my neck, and into my armpit. At first I thought it was water from the train ceiling just dripping down, but when I spelled the stench of rotten fish, I knew it was something much, much worse.
I looked down, and I saw blood spattered on the ground, and when I looked up, I was staring into a bag of cut-up rotten fish guts. The little old lady holding the bag stared at me as the bag dripped on me, until I gave her the face of death. Her friend realized I was about to utterly destroy her friend with the bag of fish guts, and so she pulled her off at the next stop.
Who carries a leaky bag of fish guts on Muni!?
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How else are you supposed to get your fish guts home from the market?
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Blood, gross. But those are some funky ass toes. Look like vienna sausages.
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