Muni Permission Slip


Muni rider Erick’s got a great story.

A friend of my recently had trouble with his Clipper card while trying to enter Muni Metro at Church St. Station. After the initial attitude the station agent gave him as the card continued not to function, and after explaining to her that the card had a Fast Pass on it, she looked him up and down and told him, “You dont look like the type that would lie to me,” wrote him the very kind Muni Permission Slip above, and let him enter. If only all the station agents we so kind…

Here’s the text of the permission slip:

Agent Williams
at Church
Please allowed [sic] patron to ride until he can exchange his pass. His pass is valid for August 2011. It’s Hard to Read.

No expiration date, eh?

This reminds us of the Muni Doctor’s Notes written for passengers during a delay once upon a time.

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Animated! Catching Muni at Powell

Oh look, it’s moving! And I’m dizzy! Rider Doug sent us this animated gif with this note:

While I waited in the Powell station yesterday for an N train that never seems to come, I did manage to capture a series of photos showing other people catching the train. I turned the photos into a .gif.

Awesome new activity while you wait for the bus. Thanks, Doug!

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Ringside on the 19-Polk

Bus!
Photo by Jeff Rizzo

It didn’t take new Muni rider Mari long to experience the underbelly of San Francisco transit.

I’ve lived in SF for not even three months and I already have a few horror stories. Probably the most egregious and surprising event occurred on the 19-Polk headed toward the Mission.

At about 7th Street and Mission Street at 5:45 PM on a weekday, the bus driver stopped to pick up a few passengers. Everyone’s attention turned to the back door where a middle-aged gentleman was grasping with all his might to get on the bus. Behind him is another middle-aged gentleman in a wheelchair grabbing on to the other man’s jacket while yelling, “Oh, no you don’t, you are not running away from me!” and other expletives while punching and pulling the man trying to get on the bus.

The bus driver says nothing, of course. We are stopped and us passengers look back and forth at each other just wanting to get to our destinations. A teenage boy starts to cheer them on: “kick his a**, old man!” while blocking the back door.

Finally, the bus driver says, “Move away from back door,” but the teenager continues to taunt and cheer on the old men who are punching each other on the sidewalk now. Passersby yell, “Stop, stop!” to the stronger man doing most of the punching.

Finally, my patience has dwindled and I say in a very loud voice to the teenager, “Move out of the way! We need to go!” The teenager rolls his eyes at me and slowly walks off the bus. Finally, we are able to drive away.

Just another day on Muni…

At least the teenager got off the bus, right?

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Journeys Along the Red River

Despite the presence of many, probably wet groceries on the 8BX, I immediately thought this liquid coming toward me was urine. I didn’t immediately catch that it, advancing slowly in my periphery, was reddish. And you really can’t blame me after this. Or, I guess, if you’ve ever sat in the back of a bus.

I’m guessing it’s blood coming from that grocery bag, but feel free to enlighten me with your theories.

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