Muni: Where the rubber meets the … back door


Safety first, people, especially when it fits the color palette this well. Thankfully, this one was still in its wrapper and, say, not a discarded magnum draped over the railing. Not that that ever happened or anything.

Hat tip to Muni rider Karen for this, adding, “It’s always a party on the 5L.” If I knew it was that kind of party, I would’ve added my box of Franzia to the mix and put those cable-car booze buses to shame.

MAXImizing your Muni enjoyment


As a reminder to the uninitiated (including still-confused male editors of this website who wondered, “what makes them stick to the wall”), this is not a tampon. Neither was this Muni-riding feminine product. This, my friends, is a tampon (applicator) on Muni.

Three times makes a trend? There are srsly more feminine products on the bus than there are in those busted machines in the ladies’ room, jeez.

Via Muni rider Mike, as seen on the 31-Balboa.

Couple who met on BART celebrate 15 years of marriage

Anna and Dentrick McNorton met on BART 19 years ago and got married a few years later, proving that budding romance, alongside measles and rage over bike-related rule breaks, can also incubate on those trains.

Their story reminds us of friends of Muni Diaries Nick and Lisa, who also had a chance encounter on BART. They even incorporated BART blue into the wedding design!

Congratulations, you crazy kids.

Banana peel in Muni seat just wants to be loved


This bus is serving…compost. I think I’d rather have the Franzia from yesterday, something I have never said before today.

I hope this wasn’t a response to me, I MEAN, that unidentified woman on Muni asking a guy, “Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

It’s somewhat less poetic and Pixar-movie than these traveling groceries, which included a potato and tomato escaping their fries-and-ketchup fate in favor of roaming the city, but I’ll take it.

h/t to Aleph (commenting, “I’ll have the vegetarian seat, please….”) on Facebook and Mitsi for telling us over at the Muni Diaries Facebook page.

Dude crushes a box of Franzia on Muni


My favorite part? This is actually our second post about a thirsty foot soldier crushing box wine on Muni. If box wine isn’t your thing, we’re also serving photos of an 8 a.m. beer and a cracked open 12-pack to take the Muni Metro edge off. If only the 77X-Candlestick—aboard which everyone went, “la la la can’t hear you” regarding pesky open-container laws—was still around, right?

Via Muni rider clowntraps, who says, “This guy was making the most of his Saturday afternoon, crushing a box of Franzia on the train.”

OMG, this one time, a nice Muni ride happened on a Monday


For every case of the Mondays (and there are many around here judging by the @munidiaries Twitter feed), there are less-manic commutes on everyone’s least-favorite day of the week. Muni rider Shoshannah proves as much with a fun driver and lessons of the life, Russian- and Spanish-language varieties.

A Muni ride memorable for its friendly interactions, not its surliness? It must be Bizarro Monday!

I was reverse-commuting to an appointment on a 2 Clement headed outbound, so it wasn’t a[s] crowded (which probably helped the mood). There was a driver-in-training behind the wheel and his supervisor/coach was a driver I recognized from last year. (He had been incredibly patient assisting an elderly passenger on the same route.) I took a seat towards the back but with everyone lost in their silent, solo Monday world  it was easy to hear the supervising driver’s interactions with regular passengers as they came on.

First was an older Russian woman with whom he traded English-Russian-Spanish lessons. (“How do you say ‘No good!”?) Soon after that a mother and her little boy, about seven years old, got on the bus. He greeted them right away and started up a conversation with the boy.  Here are some choice gems from the conversation (paraphrased as well as I can remember them).

“You’re going to be a politician some day…No, that’s a good thing!”
“When you’re mayor of this town, make sure you remember me.”

And my favorite:

“When girls want to know your first name, what they’re really interested in is your last name. So stay away from girls!”

I’m sure this was all over the head of this first-grader but it sure was hilarious for those of us without earbuds.

I got some ribbing recently for looking at my phone (for a minute, I swear) instead of my happiest-hour date, but it’s true: There are way nicer things to see, hear, and touch right in front of us—which you can share after your time in the 3D world.

Photo by Lynn Friedman