A: Being an ice-cold, cold-blooded passenger.
Like San Francisco’s famed Skippy the iguana and Charlie before this newest find, pets of all stripes are guaranteed to upgrade your commute.
Our cute-on-transit category is crawling with all the scaly, fuzzy, and furry creatures we love spotting during our daily travels. Oh, and there are also pictures of pets. Boom!
h/t Muni rider jvh for this recent snap.
You know, I was just lamenting how no one writes letters anymore! Here’s a transcription of this vintage passive-aggression (or aggressive-aggression):
You have just gang raped me with that rapping. [Ed note: Or is it “napping”? Because that would be funnier.]
This is a public space—my day should not be ruined by that crap.
It is also illegal to play that radio so loud.
While this offers plenty of opportunities for rich commentary, I leave you with just a couple pro tips this Monday:
1) As scary as it can be, maybe try good old-fashioned *tap* “Excuse me?…” before grabbing the stationery.
2) As a woman, language enthusiast, and mocker of penned hyperbole: Don’t use “gang raped” metaphorically. Seriously.
Thanks to Muni rider Ashley, who posted this to our Facebook page.
We’re a San Francisco Giants kind of people here at Muni Diaries. But, contrary to certain belief systems (The Church of Being an Oakland A’s Fan), you can root root root for both home teams unless it’s 1989 and you’re busy being terrified during an earthquake. I was eight, and that shit was scary.
That said, I adore this backpack, which was a 2014 A’s promotional giveaway designed by actual A’s players. MLB.com had some insider-baseball (see what we did there) history into the why, but we tapped one of our go-to A’s fans, Ericka, for more colorful fan perspective:
A lot of teams make the bullpen rookies [ed. note: rookie relief pitchers] do silly stuff like dress up or carry around a crazy bag. The A’s had a Hello Kitty backpack Sean Doolittle carried with pride his rookie season. The next season, they got a Despicable Me unicorn backpack, but it didn’t fit all the stuff they needed (necessities like candy and seeds) so they attached it to the original Hello Kitty, creating an absolute abomination in the best way. It was silly, the fans loved it, and it fit so perfectly with the whole Island of Misfit Toys mentality the A’s have, they decided to make a promo out of it. Doolittle and Ryan Cook designed it. The actual player photos on the backpack are the perfect size to be covered with a small, round button (I hexed out Jim Johnson almost immediately because he’s the g-d worst) so as the guys move on through the revolving door that is Oakland baseball, you can modify without losing the integrity of the unicorn. It’s definitely one of my favorite promotions ever.
My takeaway is that Oakland blasted San Francisco out of its irony orbit with a backpack Lisa Frank would’ve crapped her pants to design. Well done, A’s. Well done.
h/t Muni rider Annette: “Sighting: anyone care to explain this unicorn backpack with baseball player vignettes? #idontsports #icanteven”
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…and your tales.
Sorta like when someone was killing a box of Franzia on Muni for at least the second documented time, turns out this isn’t the first time someone was spotted wearing a tail on Bay Area transit. Or maybe both are real, I’m no expert or anything.
h/t BART rider babybird124
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We’re not always treated to a one-two rudeness punch, but there are some very special Muni riders out there.
Rider Mark, intrepid reporter in the field, says, “On the 9L [recently]…this guy blew his nose into his hand and smeared it all over that blue emergency seat. Then he moved across the aisle and told some lady to sit over there.”
Well, then. Regular rider-readers will know how protective people are of the smells-like-Christmas-morning seats on new Muni buses. Still others will know that you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t sometimes when it comes to public nose-blowing.
We’ll side with polite nose-blowing, given the apparent alternative.
Please hold on, indeed: especially when the cargo is this precious. Sudden stops (of my HEART) might also be necessary. I don’t have anything for the “take one” sign, because as much as I’d like to, it might make this guy and his dog sad.
Many Muni riders say dog is their copilot on local transit. Some might even say cat is their copilot, while others might say “a motherfucking lizard is chilling on 6-Parnassus and thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster for making it so.”
h/t for the most current cuteness to Muni rider schapi