T-Whiz: Pee on the T 09.09.09
Photo by Flickr user MarkPritchard
This tweetable diary arrived in our inbox last week:
Just had a guy take a leak next to me on the T @ 4th and King. He got off at the next stop. Must have been urgent.
Everyone knows in this town, when you gotta go, you gotta go.
Photo Diary: Cherries on the 21 08.12.09
Appears to me it’s a cherry condom AND a cherry cough drop! Yummy! I am just sharing…
Chaos on the 6-Parnassus 08.10.09
Photo by Flickr user heather
This unnerving story came to the Muni Diaries inbox from Muni rider “The Default Attorney”:
I have lived in the city now for about 8 years. Last night, going home on the 6, I witnessed one of the more disturbing incidents I have seen on Muni to date.
A woman, holding her child, gets on the somewhat already crowded bus, followed by a man who appears to be the father of the child, though he looks much younger than the woman. As they walk toward the rear of the bus, she pushes past a young woman who is standing, holding a stroller, and trying to get out of the way. The woman, still holding her child, pushes past the other mother saying rather loudly, “Get out of my way, you dumb bitch.”
Then she walks by two Muni fare inspectors who are already on the bus.
Apparently her male companion is trying to calm her down. All I can then hear is, “Fuck you, don’t tell me to calm down, I’m not fucking tripping.”
Really, Muni operator? Manicure on the bus? 08.06.09
Photo by Denay
Muni rider Denay sent this jewel to our inbox:
My friend and I were riding the 33 to our local friendly Comcast (sarcasm) and we witnessed an off duty muni driver clipping his fingernails in the back. He didn’t even bother to collect the freshly shorn nails off the floor!
Can we get a “ewwww”? We all know that people who ride Muni should not resort to manicures on public transit. But now operators are doing it, too? As Charlie Brown would say: Good grief!
Suspected Animal Cruelty on the 43 08.05.09
Photo by Flickr user Corgi_T
After the failed mob that I had planned last Saturday, I decided to go to the Aloha festival. I took the F, 30, and the 43 there, although the F I rode was a bus. But what was more interesting was when I was on the 43.
Anyway, this guy with a skateboard and a dog gets on at Divisadero at around 2:10-ish. His dog figures out on how to take off his muzzle, and when his owner finds out the muzzle was out, he screamed at the dog and forced the muzzle back on the dog. He then proceeded to literally pick up the dog on his back, as if a person was getting a wedgie. After that, they both proceeded to the back, the dog went and took up two seats first – and this was the most shocking thing I have ever seen done on an animal – the owner literally shoves the dog into the window seat on the very back of the bus. The owner takes the aisle seat, with a skateboard.
Sad. If you’ve got Muni stories, whether they’re uplifting or depressing, send them to us …
Ew de Muni: Fried chicken and formaldehyde 07.21.09
Photo by Flickr user adotjdotsmith
This olfactory delight by Mary Stream arrived in our inbox the other day:
Here’s a smell vignette from last night’s (July 14) 71L ride home:
At Fillmore and Haight, a senior Asian man gets on with two large containers of Popeye’s chicken. The chicken smell fills the bus causing one man in the back to yell “Hey, who’s serving chicken up front. Remember us back here.”
When the bus turns on Lincoln by UCSF Medical Center, an intern (name tag so indicated) got on and sat beside me. He smelled of formaldehyde.
What a great combination of smells (gag): Fried chicken and formaldehyde!
Got a story to tell? Funny, gross, gripe? Send it our way.
Horse phooey! 07.02.09
The following words and image came to our gmail from vivian:
The city of SF and muni continues to amaze me. Besides having to endure the always “colorful” 47/49 on my commute to & from work, I now have the pleasure of walking past huge piles of crap next to the stop @ North Point. For TWO days now this lovely pile has been sitting here hanging out greeting tourists as the make their way over to Ghiradelli [sic] Square. Are there wild horses roaming around that I don’t know about?
It’s amazing that tourists still visit our city given how we don’t really give a crap about keeping it nice and clean for them. I guess we natives can just pass along stories to you muni diaries to share in the pain and misery. :)
-vivian
Step in something on or around Muni lately? Send us stories and photos!
Public-Service Reminder: Always Practice Safe Sex 06.25.09
Unused (?) condom on the 47
That’s right, folks. Mere inches from my brand-new haircut.
The 47 and 49 (both Van Ness lines, for those of you following along at home) really need to fight it out for the “And I thought I had seen it all…” crown. I personally go back and forth on the question of which I’d rather be on, though yesterday, I would have gladly eaten my lunch off a 49 (ok, ew, not really) considering what I was faced with on this 47.
First, a harmless man singing/yelling to the songs in his head and smelling 10 times worse than a portable toilet got on and sat in the back. Fine. It’s a freakin’ 47, after all. But that resulted in at least 10 people getting up and cramming themselves around the middle of the bus, since no one wanted to be back there with him. This results in a briefcase in my ass, an iPhone in my side, and a front-row seat to the freakishly large condom hanging by the back door.
Condom-leaver: next time, maybe don’t go with the magnums unless you’re absolutely sure you can fit in them, all right?
Testicles on the 22-Fillmore 06.17.09
New to the city, I knew nothing of how legendarily crazy the 22 was. In my first week here I found out:
One evening coming back from work, I was minding my own business on the 22 when an extremely overweight man, probably in his 50’s, got on board around 16th and Folsom. He was wearing flip flops, extremely tight hot pants and a scarf. That’s it. It was 50 degrees out.
So I’m thinking, ok, sit wherever you want, but just don’t sit in front of me. And so he does just that. And as he sits down, KERPLOP!, go his balls right of the hotpants. Of course, these pants were so undersized that adjusting didn’t even seem like an option under consideration. No, instead he ever so gracefully draped his scarf over his manhood and rode in peace.
Umm… yeah.
After that incident I bought my bike, vowing to avoid Muni like the plague. [Ed. note: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!]
I have subsequently seen this man three times in the past year (though, thankfully, never on Muni). While he wasn’t wearing the hot pants, on each occasion he did have that sort-of, crazy disheveled look to him that has been burned into the recess of my memory.
If you see public genitalia, or anything else you find worthy of a Muni story, send it to us!
Photo by Flickr user grubbybastard
Usually, It’s a Man Pleasing Himself in Public… 06.09.09
Lately Muni Diaries has been an unexpected place to learn about various fetishes. By now you’ve probably read or heard about the Muni Humper, who is technically a “frotter” – someone who gets pleasure from brushing against people. We’ve got the occasional exhibitionist (remember the ever-popular “public penis” guy?). And we just received this diary submission from Muni rider Nina Peters:
I was waiting for the J Church in front of Safeway (Church and Duboce) when I heard the faint ramblings of a crack whore in the distance. I was not concerned. I mean, the area is prone to these folks. But, I did notice that while walking down Church towards Market, she rubbed her hand on every car. It looked like she was just being the normal weirdo that I’ve come to love while living in SF- but there was definitely something strange in the air.
I continued to watch from the train stop island, and it paid off. When she finally reached a car to her liking, a light silvery-blue BMW, she jumped on the hood and began to masturbate on the hood. I was shocked. I’ve seen plenty of men in corners whacking away at the goods, but I’ve NEVER seen a woman in broad daylight go to town on the hood of a car in public. My train came and as it turned down the tunnel I craned my neck to be witness to the grand finale. But, as quickly as she had cum, she was gone.
Hmm. Expensive-Import-Car-Philia?
We’re always looking for educational Muni tales! Come on, don’t be shy.
Photo by Flickr user beach_chick
