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Mari spotted this four-legged friend on the 10-Townsend the other morning. Oddly, the dog doesn’t appear to magically be making everyone around it happy. We’re scratching our heads.
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Muni has plenty of other things to say, too. For example, your daily bus can apologize:
The fare gates have been known to have quite an attitude:
And who can forget the bus that speaks teenager?
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While I waited in the Powell station yesterday for an N train that never seems to come, I did manage to capture a series of photos showing other people catching the train. I turned the photos into a .gif.
Awesome new activity while you wait for the bus. Thanks, Doug!
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Photo by Jeff Rizzo
It didn’t take new Muni rider Mari long to experience the underbelly of San Francisco transit.
At about 7th Street and Mission Street at 5:45 PM on a weekday, the bus driver stopped to pick up a few passengers. Everyone’s attention turned to the back door where a middle-aged gentleman was grasping with all his might to get on the bus. Behind him is another middle-aged gentleman in a wheelchair grabbing on to the other man’s jacket while yelling, “Oh, no you don’t, you are not running away from me!” and other expletives while punching and pulling the man trying to get on the bus.
The bus driver says nothing, of course. We are stopped and us passengers look back and forth at each other just wanting to get to our destinations. A teenage boy starts to cheer them on: “kick his a**, old man!” while blocking the back door.
Finally, the bus driver says, “Move away from back door,” but the teenager continues to taunt and cheer on the old men who are punching each other on the sidewalk now. Passersby yell, “Stop, stop!” to the stronger man doing most of the punching.
Finally, my patience has dwindled and I say in a very loud voice to the teenager, “Move out of the way! We need to go!” The teenager rolls his eyes at me and slowly walks off the bus. Finally, we are able to drive away.
Just another day on Muni…
At least the teenager got off the bus, right?
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And you really can’t blame me after this. Or, I guess, if you’ve ever sat in the back of a bus.
I’m guessing it’s blood coming from that grocery bag, but feel free to enlighten me with your theories.
Image: Cable Car Guy
Read all about the amazing feat of engineering that was the Fillmore Hill Counterbalance over on Muni Time Capsule.