Your place to share stories on and off the bus.
Just when riding Muni becomes rote and something you don’t really think about anymore, a late-night bus comes along to keep things interesting. Rider Martin had this to share on the Muni Diaries Facebook page:
Crack deal while drinking vodka and arizona watermelon. Keeping things interesting on the 38 bus
I would’ve gone with Arnold Palmer Strawberry, myself.
We’re not always treated to a one-two rudeness punch, but there are some very special Muni riders out there.
Rider Mark, intrepid reporter in the field, says, “On the 9L [recently]…this guy blew his nose into his hand and smeared it all over that blue emergency seat. Then he moved across the aisle and told some lady to sit over there.”
Well, then. Regular rider-readers will know how protective people are of the smells-like-Christmas-morning seats on new Muni buses. Still others will know that you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t sometimes when it comes to public nose-blowing.
We’ll side with polite nose-blowing, given the apparent alternative.
Because we observe the ancient adage that what cannot be unseen by one must be shared on social media/the Internet with all, we bring you the above. Toe shoes are one thing*; paired with fuchsia leg warmers, they are another thing entirely.
h/t Muni rider Genevieve
* A big, big “No.”
On the one hand, if Muni rider Ashley is right, it would convince me that if we give it enough time, everything in the realm of possibility will occur on Muni. If she’s wrong, well, it’s kinda cool-lookin’, no?
Ashley says, “Pretty sure this graffiti is written in actual poop”
She also used the tag #MuniNightmares. Do we really wanna start using that? It’s up to you guys.
Safety first, people, especially when it fits the color palette this well. Thankfully, this one was still in its wrapper and, say, not a discarded magnum draped over the railing. Not that that ever happened or anything.
Hat tip to Muni rider Karen for this, adding, “It’s always a party on the 5L.” If I knew it was that kind of party, I would’ve added my box of Franzia to the mix and put those cable-car booze buses to shame.
As a reminder to the uninitiated (including still-confused male editors of this website who wondered, “what makes them stick to the wall”), this is not a tampon. Neither was this Muni-riding feminine product. This, my friends, is a tampon (applicator) on Muni.
Three times makes a trend? There are srsly more feminine products on the bus than there are in those busted machines in the ladies’ room, jeez.
Via Muni rider Mike, as seen on the 31-Balboa.