So the other day I got off at the Van Ness station and saw a woman frantically running between turnstiles. It looked like she was tapping her Clipper Card over and over again. She seemed very upset. It might have had something to do with the fact that she was trying to tap her paper transfer ticket from the bus…#thestruggle
It’d be pretty cool if you could tap your paper transfer, though.
p.s. Unrelated question: what is the appropriate usage of hashtags in non-tweet sentences or regular speech?
The San Francisco Police Department released this video of a bicyclist who attacked a Muni station agent. This happened at the Van Ness station when the agent told said bicyclist that he couldn’t take his bike on the train.
The assault happened Oct. 10 around 7:40 p.m. after the bicyclist tried to pass through the fare gates at the station with his bike, police said.
The station agent on duty, a 55-year-old man, told the bicyclist he could not bring his bike into the station, but the man ignored him, lifted his bike over the railing and jumped over the railing himself.
The station agent suffered serious injuries from blows to his head and has not been able to return to work, SFGate reports. The San Francisco Police Department website has two more closeup photos of the assailant from the surveillance video.
From the SFPD: Anyone with information is asked to contact S.F.P.D. Muni Task Force at (415) 832-8338 or the anonymous tip line at (415) 575-4444 or text-a-tip to TIP411, and begin the text with SFPD.
Last week (or maybe the week before), the Van Ness Station smelled like farts, or a sewer line broke, or something, for several days. Pretty gross.
Then one day about 2 p.m. on my way to work, I’m heading down the stairs and this dude is walking to go up the escalator and talking on a cell phone. With his other hand, he starts grabbing at his crotch — which catches my attention.
He then pulls out his schlong, looks at me straight in the eye as we pass by each other. I look back and as he heads up the escalator, he starts pissing while talking on the phone. And there’s a lady about 10 feet ahead of him.
Just another Tuesday. I now know why the place smelled like a sewer.
Well, that explains that. Thanks for sharing, Jeff (not me)!