Muni Diaries

Victor had an unusual ride on Muni recently.

I was coming home one afternoon and I sat near the front of the bus. It was less crowded. It was less stinky. A few older people sat around me … and a kid. I say kid because I’m old now and anyone under thirty seems like a kid. The kid appeared to be in his early twenties. Skinny. Nerdy glasses. T-shirt. Jeans. Muni rider #567890. I suppose that’s why I hardly noticed him. He didn’t make much eye contact with me and I didn’t with him either. We were on the bus together for maybe seven minutes.

My stop arrived. I got up and stepped down the backdoor stairs. Suddenly, I felt a hand grabbing my shoulder pulling me back. In a quick “WTF!” reaction, I spun around and saw the Asian kid standing above me holding a piece of paper. He didn’t say anything. He just moved the paper closer to me and slightly cocked his head down.

Read the conclusion to Victor’s story on his website.

Cecilia has found a way to make lemonade out of her Muni rides. Purdy.