The curious case of the Missing Muni Boyfriend

Jason sends this, which he says was “found plastered all over Noe Valley around 24th street”:

J-Church “To Bed Early Scene”

I’ve been plagued with curiosity about what color tie you’ve been carrying around in your pocket. If you’re wearing the light blue or dark blue button up and how you’ve been rebelling against dress code in mutual fund corporate America.

We met on the train but didn’t introduce ourselves and it looks as though the fates aren’t going to do anything about it. So here I am, writing this. Hopefully you’re reading it.

If you’re interested, send me a message with the name of the book you were reading and who knows…. maybe you are my missing Muni boyfriend after all. If you’re able to email from your stone age blackberry: missingmuniboyfriend@gmail.com

Thanks, Jason and … the person who wrote and designed this ad. Good luck?

On Muni: ‘I’m a pimp and this shit don’t bother me’

Muni Seats
Photo by neutralSurface

Muni rider Scott spins a, uh, wet one for us from the 5-Fulton.

Best Muni moment; I have many but this tops!

On my way to USF from Montgomery Street, I get on the 5-Fulton one weekday morning. Nothing unusual, I sit one row from the back sipping my coffee reading the Chronicle. We turn onto McAllister Street, and a woman jumps on the bus and sits in the very corner of the last row. I try not stare, but can clearly see this person is completely whacked out of her mind.

I’m not surprised as we entered the Tenderloin. I continued to read until I notice some liquid on the floor coming from that particular corner of the bus. Just then a gorgeous girl was walking to the rear of the bus. As she was about to sit down in front of the woman, I kind of grabbed her with a slight nod, then said you should really sit over here, instead. She looked at me as I drew her attention to the mess in the back. We are not at Van Ness yet, but the woman gets up and leaves.

This normally would be the end of the story but not this time. Both the gorgeous girl and I leaned back to see what the hell was dripping and realized that the person decided to relieve herself on the bus. It was a pool, too. We both looked at each other and knew that, well, this is Muni and you get all kinds of weird things happening. Just as we figured out it was piss, a group of kids no older than 12 jumped in the back of the bus and seated themselves on the wet seats. One yelled out, “What the hell is this?” as the other is sitting in it getting drenched. Two of the kids moved from their seats but the last kid exclaimed, “I’m a pimp and this shit don’t bother me.” He sat in a pool of piss for the remainder of my trip.

As always, a friendly reminder to check your seats and beware moving liquid on the bus. Sometimes, it’s wee-wee, folks.

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