Your place to share stories on and off the bus.
Photo by Flickr user heather
Lady by door gets bumped, says to offender: You could say “excuse me.”
Offender: I did say excuse me!
Lady: You could say it louder.
Offender: EXCUSE ME. How’s that?
Lady: It’s over. Hello, goodbye.
Offender: UGH. *exits*
Lady: Whatever. Bitch.
Photo by Flickr user dennis
This hilarious-yet-sad anecdote came to the Muni Diaries inbox last week from Muni rider Eric G:
I got on the J at 34th and Judah. For those not in the know, the N sometimes goes outbound to Ocean Beach, then becomes an outbound J. This means it turns onto Church St instead of going into the tunnel.
Of course, this confuses a lot of people. One woman asked me if it would go to Civic Center. “Nope,” I replied.
A few minutes later, a second woman asked if the whole train was going into the tunnel, or just the first half. “This train will turn at the next stop,” I explained.
Thing is, this woman wasn’t just a regular Muni rider. She was a fare inspector. And to make matters worse, she was leading a group of fare inspectors.
I don’t blame her for not knowing. But I think this is symptomatic of Muni not training their employees nearly well enough.
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We found this joyful photo series of a wedding party on Muni, courtesy of photog Lawrence. And congrats, Chantilly and Dominique!
This rather Twittertastic note came to the Muni Diaries inbox the other day from Muni rider Ari:
there was a lady passed out on the floor of embarcadero station obviously not having a good night. happened around 11pm on august 3rd.
Thanks for the info, Ari. Tough Monday for this woman …
Photo by tangobaby from the Muni Photos Flickr pool
Amazing photo by tangobaby that I don’t really want to ruin with words. So I won’t.
Instead, I’ll recap a pretty busy week here on Muni Diaries. I’ll start with the post that kicked the week off for us: the July post of the month. Honors this month go to Plug1’s photo post: The Proof-of-Payment game. Later Monday, we posted a report of the M crashing into a car over the weekend, a story that was quickly eclipsed later that day in the now-famous SUV sandwich with F trains for bread. Later in the week, for whatever reason, old news about MTA’s purchasing an insurance policy came to the fore, and our weeks-old question was answered.
Also on Monday, we published the first of two posts by our favorite Muni mom, Beth W. One was about a cool new feature on txtmuni, an SMS service for bus predictions. The other was our first Muni poem, a villanelle.
Photo by Flickr user eb78
This sad story comes to our inbox from Muni rider kevinas:
I was riding the F line on Saturday morning, going toward downtown. The car stopped in front of DeLessio’s cafe, near Valencia, to pick up passengers. One young man got on and placed a dime in the fare box. The driver told him, “The fare is $2, not ten cents.” The kid said, “That’s all I’ve got.” The driver replied, “That’s not my problem.” The kid got off through the back. Shortly after the car started going again, he trough a rock or some similar object at the car, smashing one of the windows, and covering a terrified woman in broken glass. Fortunately, it did not appear that she was hurt. I briefly considered chasing the kid down and doing my best to whoop the shit out of him. But I thought better of it.
Yeah, we know the $2 fare can seem steep. But smashing a window? What’s that really gonna solve, eh, kid?