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Heh. Maybe this can become a regular Muni Diaries feature. Tara sent us this photo from the 10 stop at Stockton and North Point … along with this penetrating question:
Is it wrong to kind of wish the mini fridge was still in this box? It’s AC/DC powerd AND can do hot, also.
Are your editors simply out of the consumerist loop? WTF is a mini-fridge, any-freakin’-way?
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Photo by sflovestory from the Muni Photos Flickr group pool
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Allan at Mission Mission was nice enough to flag this Flickr gem for us:
Image from Flickr user eviloars
Um, yeah. Wow. This email arrived in our inbox last night. Anyone know anything more about this? Were you there? With a possible BART union strike looming, this doesn’t provide much comfort. And plus, bodily fluids are Muni’s realm, right?
100% saw fresh bloody footprints going down into the 19th St Bart in Oakland around 6:30pm Sunday. Told the lady at the window, she nodded like it wasn’t a big deal. Everyone around me saw them too, absolutely not fake! I was too scared to go down, ended up taking a cab back to the city!
Are the Red House Painters on the loose again?
No photos were attached, sadly.
Seen potential police situations on Bay Area transit? Let us (and the authorities) know …
Photo by natecardozo from the Muni Photos Flickr pool
So yeah, pretty much everywhere it’s gonna be hot. Please don’t melt, enjoy yourselves, celebrate Pride, and come out of the weekend in one piece. Or at least in easily re-assembleable pieces, eh?
xoxo
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Unused (?) condom on the 47
That’s right, folks. Mere inches from my brand-new haircut.
The 47 and 49 (both Van Ness lines, for those of you following along at home) really need to fight it out for the “And I thought I had seen it all…” crown. I personally go back and forth on the question of which I’d rather be on, though yesterday, I would have gladly eaten my lunch off a 49 (ok, ew, not really) considering what I was faced with on this 47.
First, a harmless man singing/yelling to the songs in his head and smelling 10 times worse than a portable toilet got on and sat in the back. Fine. It’s a freakin’ 47, after all. But that resulted in at least 10 people getting up and cramming themselves around the middle of the bus, since no one wanted to be back there with him. This results in a briefcase in my ass, an iPhone in my side, and a front-row seat to the freakishly large condom hanging by the back door.
Condom-leaver: next time, maybe don’t go with the magnums unless you’re absolutely sure you can fit in them, all right?