Muni Metaphors, Part 2: Dating

Bus Stop Pizza
Photo by Troy Holden

Last month, we posted a call for metaphors comparing our lovely little beleaguered transit system to, well, to anything readers wanted. We got some nice responses.

But now, over the last 12 hours, we’ve seen a couple show-stopping tweets of the Muni-metaphor variety. They’re both of the same sub-genre:

“muni is like a dude you sleep with once who steals all the covers and keeps trying to have sex with you while you’re trying to go to bed.” by @janee_

and

“Muni is like a dude you wake up to after a drunken night of alchool & thrown up pizza in your bed.” by @moMegs

So it’s time for another request: Single people, recently shacked-up, married, whatever … think of your best or worst dating experiences and compare them to Muni. Okay, GO!

Mister Muni Manners

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Photo by Flickr user annnna.

For better or worse, this can go straight into our warm-and-fuzzy category of Muni stories.

I was on a 49-Van Ness/Mission trying to get home one evening after work. It was a really nice day: one of several schizophrenic, nice weather vs. crappy weather ones we’ve been having. As usual, the bus was full by the time it got to my stop. I grabbed a spot, held on, and spaced out. Then, I hear the tiniest “excuse me.” It sounded like it came from a fairy sitting in someone’s pocket. I looked around and didn’t see anything, so I commenced spacing.

I heard it again, then looked down at a little boy sitting in a seat near me. He looked from me to his dad, who indicated that he should give up his seat for the nice lady (hey, that’s me!). But he had to say it himself: “would you like to sit down?” asked the tiniest, politest person I think I’ve ever met.

I thanked him, but declined the seat. On my way out, I told his pop that he had a really nice boy.

1) Yeah, yeah, I don’t care if pop only does that to get at the ladies. It’s still nice.

2) I’m not gonna lie, I think it’s bogus when men push me out of the way to get to a fresh seat first. Equal rights and chivalry aren’t mutually exclusive, after all. So it made me extra happy to see semblances of it on the bus.

3) Did I mention I was on the 49? And that something nice happened on it?

Muni Is My Closet

A man carrying all his freshly laundered clothes from the dry cleaner boarded the 27-Bryant last week, casually hung them all on the hand rail like no big deal, and sat down to continue his cell phone convo. Riders Karoline and Mike snapped some pictures of the rider, making himself at home on Muni. Thanks, Karoline and Mike! (click images to embiggen them)

p.s. As a commenter asked, I meant to say that I found this to be a really cute and amusing sighting about urban living – I was on the bus with Mike and Karoline, and this totally made us smile. What do you know, it’s not snark here 24-7, and a lot of times the stuff that happens on the bus makes me love living in an urban city even more.

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