Get a grip, ladies: Say hello to the third-ever female cable car operator


Walking up Nob or Russian Hill is a serious booty burner. But operating (or gripping) the historic cable cars dutifully traveling to their summits ain’t exactly a lazy Sunday, either.

Take it from SFMTA: “Demanding and unforgiving, gripping a cable car requires extraordinary skills: arm, hand and upper body strength, mental and physical coordination, confidence and determination.”

As such, therefore, and obviously: A woman, the third ever in cable car history, has stepped into the role.


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Barf … no, literally


Cue the pie-eating scene from Stand by Me.

This is an excellent tactic for keeping those seats free and clear, though.

In our years of experience looking for this kind of stuff — you’re welcome — vomit doesn’t show up that often on Muni. But when it does, does it ever. One guy unloaded his stomach on the 43-Masonic. Another time, bless his heart, a little one couldn’t keep it together on the J-Church. His dad was really, really sorry.

There are plenty of substances to be viewed, enjoyed, or dismayed by on Muni. What’s on your bus?

Join us at Muni Diaries Live tomorrow night for a night of true, hilarious, weird, and sweet stories that can only happen on Muni! Grab a ticket and we’ll see you there!

One designer’s pro-woman rebuff against manspreaders


The antidote to manspreading on public transportation is, as we should have known, the big V.

Designer Rachel Feinberg’s so-called Pussy Pouch, featured in Refinery 29, aims to make would-be manspreaders clam up before they even think about committing crimes against shared space.

Check out all of the empowering accessories from Feinberg’s brand, DAMNsel, and consider adding one to your arsenal. Let’s call this the workaround until and unless transit agencies (looking at you, San Francisco) start cracking down on the manspreading phenomenon.

Image courtesy Refinery 29

On Muni, what’s cooler than being cool?


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.

Stationery rant decries moving violation on Muni


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.

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