Your place to share stories on and off the bus.
Yep. You’re reading that right: Crazy Sushi on 16th Street in the Mission serves up something they call the “Muni Roll.”
So tell us: How long does it take for the chefs to serve this one? What’s it made of? Go nuts, Muni riders!
Photo by Tom Prete
Anthony saw some shit go down on the 38BX the other day.
So one morning, this young thugged-out kid is wearing that face as the bus approaches the turn, passing his requested stop. He starts freaking out and hitting the back doors … and then poof! The doors open … while the bus is still going about 10-15 mph.
The kid leans out the doors and ponders his next move. Meanwhile, some lady right behind him doesn’t move toward him at all but reaches out her arm and yells, “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” and then he leaps from the bus, tries to land on his feet, and fails miserably.
He does a few rolls and quickly gets up. Luckily, he doesn’t get hit by a car. Then, about 30 feet later, the bus stops at its next scheduled stop. The oblivious driver says, “Did somebody just jump off?” and someone else says, “Yeah, but he’s okay.” And we just keep on truckin’.
Photo submitted by Muni rider Joey
What was this guy thinking?! Actually, we know:
“What do you want from me? I’m a guy. Yeah, a big honkin’ guy, and that’s why I just gotta sit here next to you with my legs spread wide apart because I have this equally big honkin’ mass between my legs. I can see you’re aggravated that my right thigh is on my seat and yours, but what can I do? Get a smaller package? You’ll have to ask god about that one.”
(We miss you, Muni Mind Reader!)
In the mean time, dear Sirs Spread-A-Lot, please remember: Don’t be a space evader:
Photo by PinkTentacles.com
This chicken was granted clemency, it would seem. Muni rider Kevin has the deets:
As can be seen in the photo, the man gradually fell asleep, hunched over with the chicken in his lap. When their stop arrived, the woman had some trouble waking him. Strangely, the bird didn’t seem to mind being slept upon.
See how fun it is to share your Muni stories?
At the Treasure Island Music Festival last night, during Belle and Sebastian‘s head-lining set, affable frontman Stuart Murdoch asked the audience for fashion tips. It went something like this:
“Should I wear the hat? Well, see, earlier I was on the J-Church and when I got off, I left me hat on board. I tried to knock on the door, but the driver wasn’t having any of it.”
Sound familiar?
Besides being so danceable and amazing, B&S’s set referenced our fair city a couple of times (“Piazza, New York Catcher” and “Sukie in the Graveyard”). He was looking at the rad view of the city from Treasure Island, made even more beautiful by the Giants-orange-lit Coit Tower.
Perhaps one of Murdoch’s thousands of admiring SF fans can urge him to write a song that at least mentions Muni? I can see it, actually. The term “J-Church” rolled off his Scottish lips so easily …
Photo by Tenderloin Geographic Society.
Case in point: The Tenderbloggers turned us on to Tenderloin Geographic Society, specifically two Muni-related posts there.
The first, above, is adorned with the following:
I understand that in some schools, children are made to race in competitions where, regardless of their placement, all receive medals. Who could imagine that the practice continued well beyond the 4th grade?
The second one, well, it’s too good not to force ask you to click on and go read on TGS’s site. So go. But come back? We’ll miss you.
Also, here’s a fun game: Tell us whom you think should receive that trophy up there. Any and all candidates are eligible.
