S&M(uni): Rope bondage on Muni Metro
Let’s play Muni Mad Libs for a sec. “It’s not every day that you see _________ on Muni.”
Muni rider Cycling Pup‘s answer: “Random acts of Rope Bondage.”
Boy do I love this city …
Category: Story Archive
On Muni, even the dirt don’t like you
Ever feel like the universe is trying to tell you something? Muni rider Kristian read the signs on the floor when she got on the bus, and it wasn’t very nice!
Hey, at least it wasn’t this.
Because on Muni, we’re all guilty
It’s cliché by now to talk about how we’re all always on our phones. This is not what that’s about. Nope.
Muni rider Eva sums it up: “We’re all guilty.”
Yep!
Banana peel in Muni seat just wants to be loved
This bus is serving…compost. I think I’d rather have the Franzia from yesterday, something I have never said before today.
I hope this wasn’t a response to me, I MEAN, that unidentified woman on Muni asking a guy, “Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
It’s somewhat less poetic and Pixar-movie than these traveling groceries, which included a potato and tomato escaping their fries-and-ketchup fate in favor of roaming the city, but I’ll take it.
h/t to Aleph (commenting, “I’ll have the vegetarian seat, please….”) on Facebook and Mitsi for telling us over at the Muni Diaries Facebook page.
The Muni bus that needed a little helping hand
ok, that's a first: just saw a DPW truck pushing a Muni bus pic.twitter.com/JLNcZu852I
— Burrito Justice (@burritojustice) February 9, 2015
Because ultimately, Muni’s buses (and light-rail vehicles) really do a lot for us, every once in a while, they morph into utterly helpless creatures in need of assistance.
Witness what Burrito Justice caught on video recently, above. Hey, it’s a first for us, too!
Dude crushes a box of Franzia on Muni
My favorite part? This is actually our second post about a thirsty foot soldier crushing box wine on Muni. If box wine isn’t your thing, we’re also serving photos of an 8 a.m. beer and a cracked open 12-pack to take the Muni Metro edge off. If only the 77X-Candlestick—aboard which everyone went, “la la la can’t hear you” regarding pesky open-container laws—was still around, right?
Via Muni rider clowntraps, who says, “This guy was making the most of his Saturday afternoon, crushing a box of Franzia on the train.”