Your place to share stories on and off the bus.
So much wisdom and so many soul-wrenching dilemmas can be found on the seats of your bus. Here’s the latest, via Aileen.
“Why don’t they try to save me?”
Other bus-seat gems:
“Pull up your pants”
“God must be so embarrassed”
“Respect for other peoples [sic] rights is peace”
Maybe dude is just deep in thought? Either way, thanks to Andrew for capturing this moment and sending it to the Muni Diaries Facebook page: “I’d just like to point out that this man’s pants perfectly match the seats… it made me smile. have a lovely day, humans!”
Photo of Forest Hill Station in 1955 via SFMTA archive photos
Underground Muni stations have personality. I like to imagine what each station was like when it opened when I roll through Forest Hill, Castro, Church, and the others.
Over at Muniverse, Jamison posts photos of Forest Hill Station, then, then, and now. Neato.
Check out the entire post over at Muniverse. And buy the nifty Muni app of the same name while you’re there!
Either that, or one of those old political conventions where they didn’t really know who the nominee would be. And they wore hats.
Either way, sharp-dressed man.
Via @Omarmasry: “Just your average yucalalee (sic) player on the dirty 30 (I say it with affection)”
I just wish he had busted out in song, cuz …
An arguably more-welcome sight on the 19-Polk than the usual, wouldn’t you say?
From Muni rider D:
While on the 19-Polk today I saw a young girl squeal with delight at this little face. Definitely NOT a reindeer chihuahua! Such a sweetie that licked my hand as I petted her.
Well add my squeals of delight to the fracas (do you hear them?), because we haven’t had one of these on Muni Diaries since the holiday chihuahua of 2010.
As witnessed by Brady, this here LRV is a-fallin-apart. Or, you could say, “extending its possibilities.” Indeed.
@munidiaries An interior hunk of the J I was on fell off on a passenger. Is it wrong I had mixed feelings about alerting the driver?
— brady (@peephole) July 25, 2013
Not quite as bad as the damn door falling off, but still.