For the uninitiated, including certain male editors who thought this was a tampon, allow me to clarify for you. Now that that’s out of the way, I think we can all agree this could have gone far, far worse for all involved.
I maintain that it’s not as weird as the discarded tampon applicator found on Muni a couple years ago, about which I went into completely necessary analysis of the why and the how.
It’s just also somehow worse in the rain. A little parting thought for y’all.
h/t Muni rider Karen: “Ma’am, you dropped something…”
Oh, Muni, you are one big sociological experiment gone very right or gone very wrong, depending on the day—or hour. Or minute. OK, I just changed my mind again. I’ll calculate an average at the end of the day, how’s that?
The Exploratorium’s new exhibit, The Science of Sharing, encourages us to explore something we think about every day: Why and how do people act the way they do on public transit?
The Muni catwalk never ceases to amaze, especially when our collective fall line (so, more pants and a slightly thicker jacket) debuts citywide. It also serves as a reminder that one person’s accidental (or intentional) hipster is someone else’s fashion-forward hero.
Thanks for sharing, Muni riders Msmugler (top) and teekuleet.
Photo by luisamiller
San Franciscans elevate their festive game during key points in the year, be it our biennial World Series wins (Go, Giants), Bay to Breakers, Pride, and, of course, All Hallows’ Eve. Here’s to one of the best excuses for people-watching (and people-appreciating) in the city by the bay (whoa, ohhh, oh-oh-oh).
Photo by sfhealsme
Photo by Muni rider Raylene
Or are you just happy to see me?
Muni Metro is always happy to see you, if you know what I mean.
h/t Muni rider cbeaz
Photo by lpcmidst0128
Expert Muni rider Beth knows what’s up (spoiler alert, it’s usually not good) when you hear a banging bottle near you on the bus.
My partner and I were riding the 49 north into the Mission recently when a handful of teenagers got on the bus. We were sitting near the very back, and one of the teens went to the window behind me and overhead and began banging on it. At first, I thought he was just trying to get the window open, but when I looked, I realized he was banging the top of a liquor bottle on the window frame. I cringed and ducked, just hoping he wouldn’t shower me with vodka and broken glass. Meanwhile, one of his friends was trying to convince him to stop, while another one was offering pointers, but the kid insisted he knew what he was doing. He must have been right, because eventually I smelled liquor and figured he’d gotten it open. They got off the bus at the next stop, taking their little party with them.
The 49 is full of surprises, be it Muni uberfan John Waters whenever he’s in town, a dispute over air quality (seriously), or literal pillow talk. What has the 49 gift horse sent you lately?