New York City commuters turned pretty much hysterical this week after spotting a large rat scampering around their subway car. According to the New York Daily News, the rodent boarded the downtown A train during the morning commute, leaving riders trapped on the train with it as they traveled through a tunnel. A pretty amusing video uploaded by one of the passengers shows fellow riders standing on their seats and shrieking.
Guess living in a big city doesn’t make you immune to some things. Let’s cross our fingers that this never ever happens on N-Judah.
Passing by Union Square last Saturday I happened upon this clever Muni t-shirt by Kye, who sells the shirts with his dad, Kye Senior. Actually Kye Senior is Kye IV, a leathersmith who originally created the shirt for a Muni driver friend. He told me that he befriended the Muni driver when she started buying leather belts from him (you can find Kye’s belts at his Lifetime Leather Etsy store). One day the Muni driver told him about the “sand people” who always made her bus a mess. It turns out that many homeless people dug themselves into the sand at Ocean Beach in order to keep warm, and when police officers come by each night to rouse them, they had no other choice but to board her bus to keep warm. Unfortunately this meant that they also spilled mounds of sand all over her bus.
“I love and hate Muni!” she told him.
And right after that, Kye and his son created the shirt out of the Muni worm font in her honor.
The shirt isn’t on sale on Etsy currently but you can find Kye IV and Kye V around Union Square.
This time, the worm finds itself on some dude’s chest, over his heart, I presume. I mean, yes. But also, really? Okay, got it. Cool.
Also: Are any of you out there willing to do as this guy has done?
Previously on Muni Diaries:
Hey, That’s My Tattoo! Girl Reunites With Her Muni Tattoo
Muni Transfer Tattoo Honors Family, Bernal Heights
Via Sara (whose hashtags here seem pertinent, so I’m leaving them): “Fresh ink. #muni #sf #idiot”
Don’t call me a hippie just cuz I like when things like this happen. Okay, call me a hippie. Whatever. This is rad.
Via Muni rider Cole: “Urban jungle.”
Photo by Muni rider Brandon
You hear a lot about chickens on Muni. Live ones. Dead ones. Embryonic ones.
Seems we as a society are advancing, though. Seen above and below, examples of civilized chickens on Muni, traveling in plastic bags and keeping to themselves.
Photo by Muni rider adventures_of_fat_kid
You’ve come a long way, chicken on Muni.
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.