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Photo by juicyrai
Spotted on #muni: girl wearing a broken analog watch with no hands – #sohipster #sanfrancisco
— Rachel Egan (@rockegan) August 8, 2012
We asked, what’s next?, and heard this:
“I once saw some girl wearing a CD on a necklace on the 22.” via @LSH
Then this:
“Floppy disk belt buckle?” via @SaraPantera
Which prompted this reply:
“not hipster enough. Needs more vinyl. :p” via @kwpianist
To which we come full circle and ask, what’s next?
Photo via Sergio CrazyPants Riccetti-Schubert
That’s the emergency exit hatch on a 22 Fillmore bus being held closed with a plastic shopping bag and a shoelace.
You might remember the SFWeekly report earlier this summer that detailed the maintenance issues at Muni, where fixes included the use of garbage bags. Pretty good advertisement for Glad bags.
Thanks for dropping this off on the Muni Diaries Facebook page, Sergio!
This obviously means we should be Spider-Man-ing in the back half of the bus.
Good find from the Tenderloin Geographic Society. It’s no Please, Ho, but it comes pretty close (<– It gets me every. time, two-plus years later.)
Photo by Danielle
The lady sitting right behind me on the bus has baby birds in her purse. Shes feeding them bugs from a cup with a pair of tweezers… I love san francisco!
A tweezer? My favorite comment: “What a good mother.”
Thanks for sending this in, Molly!
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!
Photo by randychiu
@thrifteye found a very sincere letter from a passenger on Muni via Craigslist.
Sorry for smelling like dog shit on the bus – m4w – 25 (financial district)
Date: 2012-07-19, 9:39AM PDT
I sincerely apologize for potentially getting dog shit on you. It wasn’t my intention.
Let me explain: I walked to the bus stop, like I do every morning. Typically, my eyes are focused on avoiding bikers and homeless people.Now, I know that I must add shit to this list, because apparently, I stepped in it.
When I sat down on the bus, I crossed my legs, like I usually do. When people cross their legs, the bottom of their shoes usually touches their pants leg. It’s only natural, you guys. Unfortunately, on this day, the bottom of my shoe had shit on it.
To the pretty blonde girl I was sitting next to: I think I might have gotten some of the poo on ya. Sorry about that.
To the guy on the other side in the Yankees hat: I might have gotten doo-doo on you too. Again, my sincere apologies.
To everybody else on the bus, let’s be clear- I did not shit myself. I see a lot of you every morning and would appreciate it if I wasn’t known as “the guy that might have shit himself that one morning.”
And lastly, to whoever let their dog take a dump on the sidewalk without cleaning it up- F you, buddy.