Some of our favorite stories are those of lost and found. Love. Clipper Cards. Pants?
@Robbie_Lawrence‘s tweet tells a compelling, centennial-worthy tale in Twitter-size bites:
lost my pants and my wallet one night. Month later a homeless guy brought it to me saying was on 5-Fulton
Score one for humanity.
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Photo by fmosca
A kind driver does a well-heeled lady a favor. I’ve been there, and I salute you. More proof that you catch more flies with honey, and then sometimes the lady flies give you beer from their six-pack. (That’s how it goes, right?) As Jackie says:
I hauled it down the hill to the 5-Fulton bus stop at 33rd Ave. I was trying to balance on my high-heeled boots at a pace bordering on ankle annihilation. Trying to check bus times on my phone while navigating awkwardly sloping sidewalks proved fruitful if only to increase my panic. Now Arriving and 1 Minute. I saw the first bus pass through the darkness just a half block from me. I managed to get the phone back into my pocket and picked up speed as the street’s slope flattened out. Just as I hit the crosswalk a car heading outbound hit the breaks, guessing rightly that I would not. And just seconds later my inbound bus stopped so that I could make it the rest of the way across the street. I had waved my outstretched Clipper card at him and he pulled over to meet me at the curb.
Him: “How far are you going?”
Me: “That’s a good question. I’ll let you know in a sec.”
I scanned my card and plopped into the first available seat. They were all available so for once I took the very first spot. I searched my phone for my destination’s address and shared with him the cross streets. He let me know how close he could get me.
Me: “You heading home?”
Him: “Yep. Last run.”
Me: “Thanks for stopping.”
With a couple of minutes to pull myself back together I relaxed.
Me: “This is like the best taxi ride ever.”
I realized that I needed a final mirror check and as he drove on I utilized the giant mirror at the back door of the bus. He got me within a block of my destination and gratefully I gave that handsome man a beer from my 6-pack for later. Thank you driver, for not leaving me out in the cold on your final run.
Rider Anthony sent us this picture of ol’ yellow on a “very crowded 38L.” When you’re ass-to-crotch with strangers during commute hour, it’s the little things that count.
Balloon animals on Muni is my favorite meme, short of actual pets on the bus. (And the even rarer meme of the bus arriving just when I needed it.) I spotted my first balloon animal on a snoozing Muni in October, after which rider Kristin sent us a pic of its twin (or perhaps the same one?) on a 16X. Rider Heather sent us a blue balloon dog from 2010, and, stretching even further back, we’ve got this orange one on the 5-Fulton, via telluomo on Flickr:
Dhyana posted this celebration of coconuty chocolate on the Muni Diaries Facebook Page, noting this:
On the 5 this morning: Some guy got up and dumped a bag of bite-size candy into the seat next to me and then left the bus. “Sometimes he has cupcakes,” said the person sitting across from me. Muni is weird.
Maybe this is part of his oeuvre, a la Felix Gonzalez-Torres. It is so contemporary.
Either that or coconut macaroons are next. But really, though, what does this “sometimes” look like when it’s cupcakes, instead?
Ed of BART Don’t Lie and @bartdiaries fame sends along this really important scribbling, which he found aboard a 5-Fulton near Masonic yesterday.
I spent my wedding night at the Whitcomb, so I share this person’s pain. I just hope that management swiftly addresses these egregious crimes.
Photo by neutralSurface
Muni rider Scott spins a, uh, wet one for us from the 5-Fulton.
Best Muni moment; I have many but this tops!
On my way to USF from Montgomery Street, I get on the 5-Fulton one weekday morning. Nothing unusual, I sit one row from the back sipping my coffee reading the Chronicle. We turn onto McAllister Street, and a woman jumps on the bus and sits in the very corner of the last row. I try not stare, but can clearly see this person is completely whacked out of her mind.
I’m not surprised as we entered the Tenderloin. I continued to read until I notice some liquid on the floor coming from that particular corner of the bus. Just then a gorgeous girl was walking to the rear of the bus. As she was about to sit down in front of the woman, I kind of grabbed her with a slight nod, then said you should really sit over here, instead. She looked at me as I drew her attention to the mess in the back. We are not at Van Ness yet, but the woman gets up and leaves.
This normally would be the end of the story but not this time. Both the gorgeous girl and I leaned back to see what the hell was dripping and realized that the person decided to relieve herself on the bus. It was a pool, too. We both looked at each other and knew that, well, this is Muni and you get all kinds of weird things happening. Just as we figured out it was piss, a group of kids no older than 12 jumped in the back of the bus and seated themselves on the wet seats. One yelled out, “What the hell is this?” as the other is sitting in it getting drenched. Two of the kids moved from their seats but the last kid exclaimed, “I’m a pimp and this shit don’t bother me.” He sat in a pool of piss for the remainder of my trip.
As always, a friendly reminder to check your seats and beware moving liquid on the bus. Sometimes, it’s wee-wee, folks.