Moth spares its weary wings, hitches a ride on Muni

I understand fatigue and everything. But I have to wonder whether, even for insects, walking would be faster than taking Muni.
Via Muni rider Courtney.
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I understand fatigue and everything. But I have to wonder whether, even for insects, walking would be faster than taking Muni.
Via Muni rider Courtney.

Photo by Justin
Appreciative people-watching has always been part of the appeal here at Muni Diaries, and I think the view from Muni rider Stuart’s seat reminds us as much. The vomit shower is pretty gross, though.
A man boards the 38 with his hair in what appeared to be a two-foot tall orange condom. Another man staggers aboard on, asking everyone in earshot where he could get his fix. A woman talks about her divorce on speakerphone. A group of bros holding burritos and PBRs yammer and sway.
Nothing happens.
I sit in a singleton seat, and I look outside, and it is raining. I open the window, relishing the cool scent of wet asphalt, and turn my head toward the rain, smiling as my eyelashes catch the few drops that fall in upon me from outside. It strikes me that sitting there, smiling at nothing, and smelling the rain, I might be the strangest guy on the bus.
One of the bros takes a bite of his burrito, a swig of his PBR, and showers his buddies and their poorly tailored suits in vomit as the 38 swerves to miss a double-parked car.
Everything returns to the status quo, as madness erupts around me.
The 38-Geary is one of our most talked-about lines. Who knows, you may run into The Most Interesting Man in the World (you may even be him, depending on how your day went), or you may find yourself quietly defending your sexuality and Little Mermaid backpack. If you have a story that’s worthy of the #OnlyonMuni hashtag, send it our way and you could win tickets (and saved choice seating) to Muni Diaries Live, set for Nov. 8 at the Elbo Room.

Photo by Shuvo C
You’ve seen them. You’ve heard them. You’ve smelled them. You’ve wished they got off at every single stop along your longer-than-it-should be commute, only to have them outlast you, somehow. They are: Muni riders with cojones grandes.
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You always want a seat on Muni, but you’re smart enough to look first. At least, that’s the hope around here.
Muni rider Michael looked first, that’s for sure. And he was shocked to discover what you see above. WTF? Melted blue Otter Pops, or what’s left of the aliens who abducted your sister on the bus? Michael only had this to say: “unidentified, blue, liquid puddles on the seats of [sic] the muni.”
Just last week, we learned of a mysterious glob that was spotted on the seat of a Muni LRV. What’s next?

If you’re gonna bring your own chair on the bus, the least you can do is provide musical entertainment for your fellow passengers, right?
Via Muni rider Amanda: “He’s also singing The Beatles…”

Photo by Daniel Hoherd
Some things really seem like they only happen on transit vehicles here in San Francisco. And here are some notable moments from the recent past …
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