Cute alert: Young Muni rider proudly wears BB-8 helmet
There it is, folks. We have a winner for Muni Rider of the Year, 2016. Ain’t it nice when safety and ADORABLE intersect?
h/t @abjornsen
Category: Story Archive
Greyhound riding Muni, or the other way around?
Probably both. @axelfeldheim on Instagram spotted this elegant dog riding the 22-Fillmore, wearing an excellent pom-pom coat, no less.
In the event you need more pick-me-up’s today, here’s a the animals on Muni section of Muni Diaries reserved for (mostly) cuteness.
Random sign post asks a very good question
@stonemcrock on Instagram snapped this very valid question, which is probably answered by this most accurate Next Bus prediction ever.
If you’ve got the time, here’s a couple of other ways to change the way you see things, as far as Muni signs go:
‘Keep your eyes up…’ and open on Muni
SFMTA likes to remind us, via that robotic voice of God, to keep eyes up and phones down while riding Muni. But because Facebook, we don’t so much.
Still, “through the Muni window” is one of the nicest recurring themes here on Muni Diaries, ’cause you can tell these impromptu street photogs heeded the the voice of God and took a beat. It is literally a window into life in San Francisco — which we’re very much partial to — and it’s def more interesting than what’s trending on Twitter.
Sure, you’ve got your Sharpie dickpic originals (Banksy would be so proud), and other days you’re full-on minus Muni window. But there’s lots to see (and read) through the Muni looking glass, wouldn’t you say?
Video: Spontaneous church choir on Muni
What happens when you get a group of choir boys on Muni? Spontaneous church hymn, a volunteer choir director, and a sprinkle of embarrassed laughter. I would have really liked to be on the bus. Thank you @dagsalda on Instagram for the video.
Got your own Muni moment? Tag us @munidiaries on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and all the rest!
A ‘rat-ical’ Muni experience
This isn’t exactly like the last time we documented a mouse on Muni. Just ask an unnamed Muni Diaries editor, who refused to put this post together due to acute heebie-jeebies.
Rats on Muni are like hair. In the right context, hair is lovely, worthy of a positive anecdote with a smile. Personally/as coping mechanism, I like to envision this fella more like Remy in Ratatouille, attempting to make his mark in an intensely culinary part of the world. And look at that face. lookatthatface.
In the wrong context — like, I dunno, when a rat gets loose in a New York City subway train — it is the absolute worst thing ever.
Where do you fall? While you noodle on that, consume some heebie-jeebies antibiotics, including: a cat on a leash at a Muni stop, stone-cold iguanas giving zero fucks on the bus, and the living, breathing representation of a Google search for “happiest dog in the whole wide world.”