Your place to share stories on and off the bus.
Photo by Brock Keeling via SFist
In connection with the city of killjoy’s nudity ban, this group tried to board the F-Market/Wharves over the weekend, specifically on quite possibly the jerkiest streetcar in the fleet.
Also, not one courtesy ass-towel among them? Gym rules apply, folks.
h/t: SFist
Photo by Ian Fuller
Things that make you go “huh” and bonus Muni-operator kudos, via Muni rider Vicki:
“At about 10:30 am the other day, on the Outbound 6, at Haight and Buena Vista West: Delusional guy next to me is fondling a “tool” with a 12″ blade, caressing it lovingly for 10 minutes. The new driver, a woman and her trainer, a man, unbeknownst to me, had the whole thing totally handled. A motorcycle cop boarded and smoothly talked this disturbed guy off of the bus, without a problem. I think the bus # was 5417, not sure, but they were all on it! Kudos to that trainer who very coolly pretended to ignore the guy so as not to incite him.”
First of all, so rarely does “fondling,” “tool,” and “caressing” show up in the same submission without it meaning the other thing. And so rarely does anything with a 12-inch blade go well for anyone on a Muni bus. Well done, driver and trainer for spotting a potential problem before it became a real problem.
Hey, guess what, Vicki posted this on the Muni Diaries Facebook page. Aren’t you totally inspired to post your own story, whether it involves tool fondling or some other eyebrow-raising activity? Yeah, I am basically trying to get “tool fondling” into this post as much as possible because I’m 12 years old.
As with their human counterparts, dogs on Muni aren’t always on their best behavior. Muni rider Roman has the report:
“This girl traveling inbound to Castro on the M line freaked out and hoped no one saw as her dog relieved itself on the tram.”
For shame, little pooch. For shame!
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Muni rider Marielamari told us about an incident of harassment that shouldn’t ever happen to anyone, on the bus or anywhere.
On February 19 at around 5:30 p.m., I got on the 38-L #6407 as I usually do to head home toward the Richmond. An older man in his 50s with a pot belly, holding a bag in his right hand, stood next to me. The bus was crowded and I understand people bumping into each other. However, every time he “bumped” into me, he extended his finger to hook my skirt. I didn’t think much of it the first time but after the third time, I made eye contact with him and he did it again more purposefully.
I asked him to step away but he didn’t. It wasn’t until a substantial amount of people left the bus that it became obvious that he was too close, so he stepped away. He got off at Divisadero and Geary. He was wearing an orange shirt and dark windbreaker.
I’m not sure what telling my story here will do but I just find it enraging that people like him take advantage and play dumb. I just want other women to be aware that this sort of thing happens. Please report, photograph, and let someone know.
In 2012, we told you about the Bay Citizen report that found that sex crimes on public transit are under-reported. It’s a story that we hear all too often here at Muni Diaries. Have you reported a similar incident to the police?
Photo by Steve Rhodes
Muni rider Sarabeth has a story for us all.
“Yesterday, I was riding the 24 outbound. There was a guy acting a bit strangely and kind of hum-singing. I didn’t think anything of it. There are always strange people on Muni. (ed. note: sing it, sister!)
“Later, he pulled out 5 or 6 wedges of cheese from the store, still wrapped. He then pulled out a small bottle of what I determined to be holy water and put some on one of the wedges. He then crossed and blessed them, mumbling something about the son and the father and God bless the cheese. He continued to do this to the other wedges and put them and then put them and the water back into his bag.”
Funny: I thought cheese comes pre-blessed. In any case, you go, cheese-blessing dude.
Photo by Lynn Friedman
Muni rider Samantha submitted this story. I, for one, am speechless.
Muni is home of the weird, that is for sure. As soon as you think you’ve seen it all in San Francisco, you can hop on Muni and see something even weirder.
I hopped on Muni the other day and a homeless man rolled onto the 47 bus (yes, rolled) with a pillowcase of his own urine. Yep, this man carried a pillow case of piss that was dripping out as he sloshed it to and fro. Riders like myself were dodging piss trying to comprehend why any of this was happening. He was too drunk to sit or stand so he rolled around on the floor until it was his stop and he then tumbled down the stairs.
I mean I just can’t. Good morning?