Mister Muni Manners
Photo by Flickr user annnna.
For better or worse, this can go straight into our warm-and-fuzzy category of Muni stories.
I was on a 49-Van Ness/Mission trying to get home one evening after work. It was a really nice day: one of several schizophrenic, nice weather vs. crappy weather ones we’ve been having. As usual, the bus was full by the time it got to my stop. I grabbed a spot, held on, and spaced out. Then, I hear the tiniest “excuse me.” It sounded like it came from a fairy sitting in someone’s pocket. I looked around and didn’t see anything, so I commenced spacing.
I heard it again, then looked down at a little boy sitting in a seat near me. He looked from me to his dad, who indicated that he should give up his seat for the nice lady (hey, that’s me!). But he had to say it himself: “would you like to sit down?” asked the tiniest, politest person I think I’ve ever met.
I thanked him, but declined the seat. On my way out, I told his pop that he had a really nice boy.
1) Yeah, yeah, I don’t care if pop only does that to get at the ladies. It’s still nice.
2) I’m not gonna lie, I think it’s bogus when men push me out of the way to get to a fresh seat first. Equal rights and chivalry aren’t mutually exclusive, after all. So it made me extra happy to see semblances of it on the bus.
3) Did I mention I was on the 49? And that something nice happened on it?