Your place to share stories on and off the bus.
It’s 7:50 a.m. somewhere!
From pregame PBR on the J-Church to busting open the Anchor Steam party box a little early, Muni riders arguably need a fix the most. In case we needed to prove it further to jaded New Yorker Anthony Bourdain, who said of SF, “…underneath a gossamer-thin veneer of granola is, in fact, a two-fisted drinking town.”
Happy Friday, whenever you decide to crack one open.
Via Muni rider Kristi. “7:50 am…makes sense”
And you thought those FBI (female body inspector) hats were terrible. In addition to marveling at that now comparably innocuous message, I’m left wondering why and how time and effort went into this DIY project.
Via Muni rider thinlizzy6669: “‘Your mom fucks like a real pro!! Your dad just lays there taking it in the ass…and crying.’ Wtf??”
OK, would you rather:
Be seated face-to-face with this hat for a realllllly long Muni ride. A 49-Van Ness in rush hour traffic, kind of realllly long ride.
or
Be yelled at or near with similar language for a couple minutes.
?
Join your fellow Muni riders for a night of stories that can only happen on Muni! Muni Diaries Live is back on Saturday, April 5. Tickets.
Muni rider Joe says, “The cutest Muni rider. Ever.”
This one’s up there, it’s true, Joe. But let’s not forget Batkid’s Muni-riding assistants, a patty-cake-worthy chatty Cathy on the 17, or raw, unfiltered exposure to San Francisco from the under-two perspective.
If that’s not incentive to raise your kids in the city, I’m not sure what is. Parents: Do you love Muni Live with your kids in tow, or do you hate it?
Sure, Muni shows up in weddings, giving several big days that extra-special San Francisco touch.
But we had little in the genre of bachelorettes on Muni until rider Lynae stepped up to the plate with this. Wishing the bride-to-be cherished photos on that camera, the finest blurry memories, and a most delicious hangover breakfast.
Photo by Brock Keeling via SFist
In connection with the city of killjoy’s nudity ban, this group tried to board the F-Market/Wharves over the weekend, specifically on quite possibly the jerkiest streetcar in the fleet.
Also, not one courtesy ass-towel among them? Gym rules apply, folks.
h/t: SFist
Photo by Ian Fuller
Things that make you go “huh” and bonus Muni-operator kudos, via Muni rider Vicki:
“At about 10:30 am the other day, on the Outbound 6, at Haight and Buena Vista West: Delusional guy next to me is fondling a “tool” with a 12″ blade, caressing it lovingly for 10 minutes. The new driver, a woman and her trainer, a man, unbeknownst to me, had the whole thing totally handled. A motorcycle cop boarded and smoothly talked this disturbed guy off of the bus, without a problem. I think the bus # was 5417, not sure, but they were all on it! Kudos to that trainer who very coolly pretended to ignore the guy so as not to incite him.”
First of all, so rarely does “fondling,” “tool,” and “caressing” show up in the same submission without it meaning the other thing. And so rarely does anything with a 12-inch blade go well for anyone on a Muni bus. Well done, driver and trainer for spotting a potential problem before it became a real problem.
Hey, guess what, Vicki posted this on the Muni Diaries Facebook page. Aren’t you totally inspired to post your own story, whether it involves tool fondling or some other eyebrow-raising activity? Yeah, I am basically trying to get “tool fondling” into this post as much as possible because I’m 12 years old.