6 things people are doing on Muni

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Photo by Frank Farm

Isn’t it nice knowing what’s going on not only on your bus, but on buses all over San Francisco? We think so, too. This week’s faves:

  1. Completely topless woman on 22 Fillmore bus.
  2. Is this guy really doing lines of coke on the K/T at 8 am @sfmta_muni? #onlyinsf
  3. Putting on highly scented lotion while riding the public bus is an act of war. #talesfromthe49 #munidiaries
  4. Thx for not talking on yr phone on the bus but letting your dumb ringtone chime for 5 mins is just as annoying. #Muni
  5. “Hey Jenny.” “I’m not Jenny.” Best muni interaction so far. #SFMuni
  6. This guy across from me on #sfmuni is offering to show people his penis. Now he’s sad that no one wants to see it

The above were reported by @unfazedinsf, @WellDressedGene, @rachelshpionka, @Carlbear95, @forsoothdragons, and @Ajaxify. What’s happening on your Muni? Tell us @munidiaries.

The Latest from Asia: Transit Body Armor

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Photo via The Gloss

Designer Siew Ming Cheng of National University of Singapore has devised a way to keep fellow transit passengers at a respectable distance. The Gloss reports:

“The ‘Spike Away’ vest is a flexible plastic suit of armor that is covered in three-inch long spikes and looks like something Lady Gaga would wear. The spikes are not actually harmful to strangers, but they definitely inspire people to stand as far away as possible.”

Is it sick to want the spikes to hurt just a little? Probably.

When “BACK THE FUCK OFF” isn’t enough …

Read the rest of the story at The Gloss.

h/t @tendersociety

How I learned to stop running for Muni

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This is what happens when you run to catch a Muni Metro train.

Because you gotta learn somehow.

I was in school at SF State at the time, merrily (sarcasm) commuting my way to the outer reaches of San Francisco on a daily basis. Classes were over for the day, and as I approached the intersection of 19th Avenue and Holloway, I saw the M-Ocean View I needed. The crosswalk timer was counting down, and I made a dash for it.

Real quickly: That thing where you’re walking and one ankle just randomly completely collapses. What’s that called?

Whatever it’s called, that’s what happened to me. While I was running. For Muni.

I slipped and skidded across the light-rail tracks, probably 15-20 feet in front of the train and its driver. He saw the whole thing happen. He had front-row seats, in fact.

Still wanting desperately to get that train, I picked myself up off the tracks and hobbled my way up the platform. The laws of the universe at that exact moment conspired to close the doors to the open vehicle and have it begin to pull away.

I got close enough to bang on the windows, thinking all the while that the driver had to have seen me, that there was no way he’d really leave me there, broken and without a ride home.

Within eight seconds or so, I realized what had happened. And it was at that moment that I decided I would never run for Muni ever again.

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