Maxin’ and relaxin’ on Muni
Or, as Muni rider Anzelmo wants to know, “What’s your story bro?” It’s probably a good one, right? I mean, are those his glasses?
Also, happy Monday. What’s your Muni story?
Category: WTF: Weirdness on Muni
A New Spin on “Most Interesting Man” on Muni
Photo by riz94107
Muni rider Santani seems to think he’s flypaper for “uncomfortably personal” interactions on Muni. After his most recent experience on the 19-Polk, I’m inclined to believe him:
Mr. Hamilton, who got on the bus, asked the one other black guy if he wanted ‘a piece of this’ (his fist), and then talked me up the whole ride about his martial arts prowess, his death and resurrection 18 years ago, his occupations as a Secret Serviceman, candidate for Congress, commercial writer, and “one of the best dancers in this town.”
Also: “BTW, Mr. Hamilton has a debate with Ed Lee coming up in September or October.”
Move over, Most Interesting Man in the World! You’ve got serious competition.
Is that a tablet in your pants?
Further goings-on at the intersection of Muni and Sk8r Ave.*
Photo by WarzauWynn
It was just yesterday that we reported a dude who bailed Muni via the emergency exit window, then rode off on his skateboard.
Today, Lani tells us about, well, this:
And today, a man skateboarded on to the Muni train. #sfmuni #sfquirks
— Lani Carnill (@lifeasapinball) August 15, 2013
Kick-ass, whoever you are.
* No such street exists to my knowledge. But it should, amirite?
“Faggot” on the 38-Geary: A Love Story
Photo by torbakhopper
Muni rider Jesse James wore his Little Mermaid backpack on the 38-Geary. What followed his backpack was a story that we wish didn’t happen, but it did.
Lately I’ve been called a “faggot” with much more regularity than I appreciate. Having the f-bomb lobbed at you in San Francisco is the definition of unexpected. Like a sunny afternoon in August, it’s just not something you plan for as part of modern city living. And yet, it happens. To me it seems to happen with a frequency that is beginning to trouble me. In fact, it just happened the other day. On the bus. On a Wednesday.
The morning was chilly and damp and the 38-Geary was completely packed, as per its usual wants. To combat the elements, the driver had taken it upon herself to crank the heat up to its upper limits. When matched with the panting exhalations of the four to five thousand passengers crammed into the coach, a Floridian, sub tropic humidity enveloped us all and created an environ that left my brow sweaty at 9 a.m. I’d been on the 38-Geary for less than five minutes when I felt a gentle tug on the strap of my Little Mermaid backpack. Wondering why someone was touching me on the 38 this time, I turned slightly to see who was molesting my belongs only to find an adorable, child-sized little girl grasping to the dangly bits of my pack. Read more
Left Behind on Muni: A week of meds
Bummer, cuz, uh, you know, that there. Yeah. Bummer. Unless the pill box just wanted to go on an excursion.
It’s no ear of corn or lonely snack. But still.
Via BloodRedOcean.