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Photo by muteboy
From Twitterland this morning:
Muni bus driver vs Google bus driver fight this am from their respective wheels. "This is munis town! We just let you visit!"
— Eden Elizabeth (@edenElizabeth) August 3, 2012
Shit is on!
Muni rider Ellen files this important report:
“Two days ago this piece if sidewalk was a bus shelter for the 47/49 stop. Perhaps someone needed for their Burning Man camp?”
Speaking of Muni bus shelters and Burning Man, we wonder what’s up with the bus shelter we gave away in 2010.
Man, there’s just something that I really, really love about this photo. The woman’s face? The tone? Who knows? Who cares? Via @jojosun.
David points us to Designing Chicago: New Tools for Public Transit, a project under way in the Windy City to build an app that finally, once and for all, truly serves the needs of transit users in a big city. He goes on:
Feel that hopefulness? I get where he’s coming from. Nothing against some of the better apps out there. But something like Design Chicago could (should) happen here.
Okay, who’s ready? And who’s leading this thing? Not me. Heh.
Lo and behold, I found another kitty on a backpack: Ginger here was spotted at the 16th and Mission BART station.
Last week, we broke urgent and totally important news of a punk-rock cat on Muni Metro. This appeases your Muni Diaries cat ladies greatly.
You know where to send your transit stories if you’ve found something cute out and about.
Photo by foggydave
Not many (most?) of us can say that their mother took them around town on Muni when they were kids. Not so for one of our favorite Muni Diaries commenters, Dexter Wong. Take it away, Dexter:
My mother’s most memorable Muni story is that she was taking me to the doctor on the old B Geary streetcar (I was still a baby.) As we neared our stop, she picked me up (I was wrapped in a blanket) and walked toward the open door. A gust of wind came through it and blew the blanket open, revealing I was barefoot. An old lady noticed me and said loudly, “That baby must be cold!” My mother then covered me back up and got off, saying nothing, but feeling quite embarrassed.
Sweet stuff.