Photo by Jason Sutter
A PSA from regular 2-Clement rider, seemingly guilty of riding Muni while female, as one of your editors was reminded very recently. Sex crimes on transit are believed, not surprisingly, to be under-reported. But we’re glad they’re getting “reported” somewhere. You never know: Muni Diaries readers helped nab a Muni humper suspect in 2009, so step forward in the comments if this strikes a chord with you.
About a month ago, I was on the Muni 2 bus on my way home. I usually leave the office around 5:15 and catch the bus at the corner of California and Presidio. It was a Friday afternoon on February 21st. When the bus came, it was pretty full, but I was lucky enough to get a seat in those 2 passenger spots on the left. It was the middle row because I remember a row in front of me and a row behind. At first, I was sitting near the window seat next to an old lady. She was there for a few stops. Then the old lady moved to the single passenger seats on the right. I can’t remember what stop we were at when this Asian man came on board and sat next to me.
It’s 7:50 a.m. somewhere!
From pregame PBR on the J-Church to busting open the Anchor Steam party box a little early, Muni riders arguably need a fix the most. In case we needed to prove it further to jaded New Yorker Anthony Bourdain, who said of SF, “…underneath a gossamer-thin veneer of granola is, in fact, a two-fisted drinking town.”
Happy Friday, whenever you decide to crack one open.
Via Muni rider Kristi. “7:50 am…makes sense”
And you thought those FBI (female body inspector) hats were terrible. In addition to marveling at that now comparably innocuous message, I’m left wondering why and how time and effort went into this DIY project.
Via Muni rider thinlizzy6669: “‘Your mom fucks like a real pro!! Your dad just lays there taking it in the ass…and crying.’ Wtf??”
OK, would you rather:
Be seated face-to-face with this hat for a realllllly long Muni ride. A 49-Van Ness in rush hour traffic, kind of realllly long ride.
Be yelled at or near with similar language for a couple minutes.
Join your fellow Muni riders for a night of stories that can only happen on Muni! Muni Diaries Live is back on Saturday, April 5. Tickets.
Muni rider Joe says, “The cutest Muni rider. Ever.”
This one’s up there, it’s true, Joe. But let’s not forget Batkid’s Muni-riding assistants, a patty-cake-worthy chatty Cathy on the 17, or raw, unfiltered exposure to San Francisco from the under-two perspective.
If that’s not incentive to raise your kids in the city, I’m not sure what is. Parents: Do you love Muni Live with your kids in tow, or do you hate it?
Sure, Muni shows up in weddings, giving several big days that extra-special San Francisco touch.
But we had little in the genre of bachelorettes on Muni until rider Lynae stepped up to the plate with this. Wishing the bride-to-be cherished photos on that camera, the finest blurry memories, and a most delicious hangover breakfast.
Photo by Brock Keeling via SFist
In connection with the city of killjoy’s nudity ban, this group tried to board the F-Market/Wharves over the weekend, specifically on quite possibly the jerkiest streetcar in the fleet.
Also, not one courtesy ass-towel among them? Gym rules apply, folks.