More like the 14-Rrrrrrruff.
By the looks of it, this is a brand-spanking new bed — and a very lucky pooch. Hats off to these dog owners for creating a jealously comfortable Muni ride for their pet.
The Muni menagerie never disappoints — so much so, we have a whole category teeming with odes to the four-legged, the feathered, and even the scaly that have joined humans on our adventures through town.
h/t to sender-inner James Robinson. Wanna be cool like James? Tag us on Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter with the haps on your bus. Plus, our email inbox, email@example.com, is always open!
At Muni Diaries HQ, we like to say that Muni is our collective living room because it is such a constant part of our every day. Though some things are better done in your actual living room, not everyone got the memo. Rider Dave sent us a story of one such example involving a useful hand mirror.
The Scene: the 14 just past 16th/Mission headed downtown.
A little old lady gets on the bus and sits down next to me. I am minding my own business reading a book on my phone. Every now and then I notice a slight flash to my left. I glance over and see she’s holding a small hand-mirror. I figure she’s putting on her make-up or something,… whatever.
The flashing keeps happing and I look over again and saw that she’d hiked up her dress, wasn’t wearing any underwear and the flashing (so to speak) was her periodically using the mirror to examine her private bits. I felt simultaneously like my breakfast was going to come up, and so relieved that my life is not nearly as messed up as what I was witnessing.
I figure the rest of my day will probably pretty tame, no matter what.
In her defense, haven’t you sometimes really needed to know if you have spinach stuck between your teeth, whether that awful zip popped, or whatever? Resist the urge, everyone. It can most likely wait!
Photo by our own Tara Ramroop.
You guys just can’t stop with the Muni <3, can you?
WonderlandSF sells these bad boys, and says they still have some available. My birthday is right around the corner, you know?
Here’s a video of the pinewood derby cars racing at the Wonderland store. Wonderland is on 1266 Valencia between 24th and 23rd, so you can go and check it out for yourself.
This Muni cake is here to make your day
Friends surprise new Muni operator with super-custom cake
Gifts For Muni Lovers (Haters Too)
Muni Love/Hate in Collage Form
You know what they say about riding Muni: It’s never boaring …
Via Muni rider Jim: “This is not a pig. It’s a boar.” “It’s beautiful.”
Philip just passed his class B license test for Muni, and his wife and friends surprised him with this custom Muni cake. The 14-Mission looks pretty good in fondant, and who knows what stories lie beneath those tinted frosting windows!
More Muni driver stories:
Photo from @ats_philthy
Photo by Joe Lewis
Of all the days you could get on the wrong bus, Karla Milosevich accidentally got on an express on Oct. 17, 1989, the day that the big one hit. Today is the 25th anniversary of the Loma Prieta earthquake, and the website Earthquake Weather has been gathering stories about the quake. Here’s Karla’s:
I was working a temp job on the 12th floor of a downtown office on Spear Street, and had just gotten off work. I caught the 14 Mission bus to go to the café on Valencia Street where my sister worked, but accidentally boarded the express one, which was headed towards Daly City. I couldn’t get off before the freeway so I was standing in the crowded bus, holding the rail over my head, looking out the window and lamenting how much longer it was going to take me to get home.
We were stopped, waiting for a light, and then the bus kind of rolled and it sounded like metal on metal, I figured we were having an accident on the side I couldn’t see. It seemed like a car was scraping against the bus. But then I could also see a guy who had been asleep in his car– he woke up and was all startled. I was wondering about the connection because his car wasn’t touching the bus, then people started saying “Earthquake”, “That was an earthquake!”
We sat there for a few minutes, then got on the freeway anyway, business as usual. I got off as soon as I could, in the way outer Mission. Around then, all the buses stopped running, so there was no way to get back. This was before cell phones, so I started walking to the Mission. As it happened, this guy I know, Dave Cohen, happened to be driving by and gave me a ride home. That was pretty lucky! That’s when I started to hear about how much damage there was.
Were you on Muni during the ’89 earthquake? Tell your story to 1989Quake.com.