Wig skips fare, hitches a ride on Muni
What else is a wig gonna do, right? Though I can’t help but think of the cold, bald head it must’ve left behind. Bad wig! Bad!
h/t Muni rider @freeb0rn: “tbt to when I found a wig on muni”
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What else is a wig gonna do, right? Though I can’t help but think of the cold, bald head it must’ve left behind. Bad wig! Bad!
h/t Muni rider @freeb0rn: “tbt to when I found a wig on muni”
Sometimes on your way, between points A and B, you see things that make you grateful to be alive. Here are some examples:
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Photo by torbakhopper
Here’s our latest round of Bay Area transit news. Enjoy!
We’ve heard stories of people setting out to ride all Muni lines before. Martin brought his son along, which, well, here, I’ll let Martin tell the story.
When he was 4 years old, my son Max was really into Muni. He knew whether all of the buses we frequently rode were electric, biodiesel, or hybrid electric. When we got off the bus, he made me stop and watch it go, so that he could see if there was a spark on the wire, or if the bus “came off the track.” After a preschool trip on the 5-Fulton and 22-Fillmore to the pet store at Potrero Center, he led his nanny there a week later, knowing exactly where to change buses and where to disembark.
I decided that it would be fun for him (and frankly, for me) to take every Muni bus line in the city, in order. Our first day was Sunday, April 13, 2014. We started at Drumm and Clay and took the 1-California some distance up Sacramento, walked over to Post to take the 2-Clement and then the 3-Jackson back toward Market, got on the 5-Fulton heading south on Market until there was a good connection to the 6-Parnassus headed the other way to Third Street, walked down to Third and Mission to take the 8X-Bayshore Express back a stop to Market, where we caught our last bus of the day, the 9-San Bruno. As I expected, Max loved the idea, and it really never got old for him. Read more
Rider and friend of Muni Diaries Laura spotted this … dress? art installation? on the 37-Corbett the other night. This is by far the most babies I’ve ever seen on Muni at the same time.
You know, I was just lamenting how no one writes letters anymore! Here’s a transcription of this vintage passive-aggression (or aggressive-aggression):
You have just gang raped me with that rapping. [Ed note: Or is it “napping”? Because that would be funnier.]
This is a public space—my day should not be ruined by that crap.
It is also illegal to play that radio so loud.
While this offers plenty of opportunities for rich commentary, I leave you with just a couple pro tips this Monday:
1) As scary as it can be, maybe try good old-fashioned *tap* “Excuse me?…” before grabbing the stationery.
2) As a woman, language enthusiast, and mocker of penned hyperbole: Don’t use “gang raped” metaphorically. Seriously.
Thanks to Muni rider Ashley, who posted this to our Facebook page.