Testicles on the 22-Fillmore
From the Muni Diaries submission inbox:
New to the city, I knew nothing of how legendarily crazy the 22 was. In my first week here I found out:
One evening coming back from work, I was minding my own business on the 22 when an extremely overweight man, probably in his 50â€™s, got on board around 16th and Folsom. He was wearing flip flops, extremely tight hot pants and a scarf. Thatâ€™s it. It was 50 degrees out.
So Iâ€™m thinking, ok, sit wherever you want, but just donâ€™t sit in front of me. And so he does just that. And as he sits down, KERPLOP!, go his balls right of the hotpants. Of course, these pants were so undersized that adjusting didnâ€™t even seem like an option under consideration. No, instead he ever so gracefully draped his scarf over his manhood and rode in peace.
After that incident I bought my bike, vowing to avoid Muni like the plague. [Ed. note: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!]
I have subsequently seen this man three times in the past year (though, thankfully, never on Muni). While he wasn’t wearing the hot pants, on each occasion he did have that sort-of, crazy disheveled look to him that has been burned into the recess of my memory.
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Photo by Flickr user grubbybastard