Attention, everyone: We’ve found the most special man in San Francisco! You know how we know? Look at him here on Muni: his very special, large but delicate balls need — no, we should say deserve — their own space while he reads his very special book, probably pondering especially important thoughts that only he can conjure, because he is such a special unique snowflake. How dare you suggest that he should scoot over for someone else to sit down while he is doing such important work? His universe has no time for such pedestrian ideas like kindness and courtesy, so leave this special man be!
We found this latest manspreading offender courtesy of Muni rider Jack Lakeshore on the Muni Diaries Facebook page. If you find any other special people on Muni like this guy or this equal-opportunity womanspreader, holler at us #munidiaries.
I mean, not really. But maybe? Here’s another example:
Do you speak this language? Can you translate for us? Should we be scared? Relieved? Help!
If there ever were a story for the WTF category here at Muni Diaries, this is it.
The Examiner reports that the Muni workers union is calling attention the issue.
“Enough!” wrote Transit Workers Union Local 250-A President Eric D. Williams in a May 26 email blast to operators and the San Francisco Municipal Transportation Agency, calling out a rise in assaults on Muni operators, including a rise in spit directed at operators.
Williams also called on operators to stop their vehicle immediately when they are assaulted, and to take it “out of service.” This runs contrary to operators’ practice now, he said, which has been to wait until the end of the line to deal with an incident.
The SFMTA confirmed Wednesday that assaults on Muni operators are on the rise, though agency officials said rarely if ever are operators instructed to finish their routes after they are assaulted.
Spitting on the sidewalk is bad enough, you guys. But even if you have a beef with a bus driver, there are, uh, more civilized ways to take out your frustrations.
Read the Examiner post here.
Photo by stefan klocek
This isn’t exactly like the last time we documented a mouse on Muni. Just ask an unnamed Muni Diaries editor, who refused to put this post together due to acute heebie-jeebies.
Rats on Muni are like hair. In the right context, hair is lovely, worthy of a positive anecdote with a smile. Personally/as coping mechanism, I like to envision this fella more like Remy in Ratatouille, attempting to make his mark in an intensely culinary part of the world. And look at that face. lookatthatface.
In the wrong context — like, I dunno, when a rat gets loose in a New York City subway train — it is the absolute worst thing ever.
Where do you fall? While you noodle on that, consume some heebie-jeebies antibiotics, including: a cat on a leash at a Muni stop, stone-cold iguanas giving zero fucks on the bus, and the living, breathing representation of a Google search for “happiest dog in the whole wide world.”
This bus don’t need no unwanted pregnancies or STDs.
h/t Muni rider Mike: “I’m on the 5”
I mean, there is a lot of boozing in the movie, so the 19 is probably the perfect route to ride.
Photo above by Steve. Photos below by Steve and Peter, respectively.