Your place to share stories on and off the bus.
Anna and Dentrick McNorton met on BART 19 years ago and got married a few years later, proving that budding romance, alongside measles and rage over bike-related rule breaks, can also incubate on those trains.
Their story reminds us of friends of Muni Diaries Nick and Lisa, who also had a chance encounter on BART. They even incorporated BART blue into the wedding design!
Congratulations, you crazy kids.
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.
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.”
For every case of the Mondays (and there are many around here judging by the @munidiaries Twitter feed), there are less-manic commutes on everyone’s least-favorite day of the week. Muni rider Shoshannah proves as much with a fun driver and lessons of the life, Russian- and Spanish-language varieties.
A Muni ride memorable for its friendly interactions, not its surliness? It must be Bizarro Monday!
I was reverse-commuting to an appointment on a 2 Clement headed outbound, so it wasn’t a[s] crowded (which probably helped the mood). There was a driver-in-training behind the wheel and his supervisor/coach was a driver I recognized from last year. (He had been incredibly patient assisting an elderly passenger on the same route.) I took a seat towards the back but with everyone lost in their silent, solo Monday world it was easy to hear the supervising driver’s interactions with regular passengers as they came on.
First was an older Russian woman with whom he traded English-Russian-Spanish lessons. (“How do you say ‘No good!”?) Soon after that a mother and her little boy, about seven years old, got on the bus. He greeted them right away and started up a conversation with the boy. Here are some choice gems from the conversation (paraphrased as well as I can remember them).
“You’re going to be a politician some day…No, that’s a good thing!”
“When you’re mayor of this town, make sure you remember me.”
And my favorite:
“When girls want to know your first name, what they’re really interested in is your last name. So stay away from girls!”
I’m sure this was all over the head of this first-grader but it sure was hilarious for those of us without earbuds.
I got some ribbing recently for looking at my phone (for a minute, I swear) instead of my happiest-hour date, but it’s true: There are way nicer things to see, hear, and touch right in front of us—which you can share after your time in the 3D world.
Photo by Lynn Friedman
Oh, The Onion is drawing inspiration from life in San Francisco again with, “Man with Serious Mental Illness Committed to Bus.” Sure, this could prompt a revisit to the piss-pillow incident of 2014 or rightful hand-wringing over the state of mental-health services. But let’s focus on these things instead:
Image above via The Onion
I had never seen one of these bags in the wild (a.k.a. the Muni catwalk). I had only passed by them (and giggled like a little girl) at Gravel and Gold in the Mission. Now, lookee there. Boobs!
Whether it’s spirited debate over breastfeeding on the 71 or avoiding a grabby pervert on the 2-Clement, Muni is a pro-boobs kind of place. Here’s to hoping that all of our boobs (actual or printed) travel safely on the bus, and that will be the last time I write boobs in this post.
…boobs. (OK, I’ll stop.)
Via Muni rider Steven: “Woman on #muni has boob bag to get her there in style”