Left Behind on Muni: Ear of Corn
Always did annoy me when people wouldn’t finish their corn on the cob.
Via Erin.
Yesterday’s edition of Left Behind on Muni: Hair/comically large eyelashes.
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Always did annoy me when people wouldn’t finish their corn on the cob.
Via Erin.
Yesterday’s edition of Left Behind on Muni: Hair/comically large eyelashes.
Or something.
From Muni rider Keri: “This was my seat mate on the M line today. I imagined various scenarios that could have led up to this, but none of which compare to the actual event, I am sure.”
Any witnesses?
This, just, well, I, ugh. UGH.
Via Selam: “Only in SF. Am in the muni and this is my view! WTH!? I think it’s pretty tight but #WOW #SF #MuniDiaries”
Update (June 12, 7:51 a.m.): SFGate reports that the naked man is a professional acrobat who might have recently had a stroke.
Original post: You might recall the scary naked man who hopped around the 16th Street BART station last month doing all kinds of yoga poses. When it came to light that he was also attacking (really terrorizing) female commuters at the station, things weren’t so funny any more. SFist and SFWeekly got hold of a video of the attack. Read more
Excellent use of … wait, ewwwww, buses are filthy germ laboratories! WTF?
Via @george_hu, who says, “Now this lady’s got it figured out. If you pluck your pea sprouts on muni, you’ll reduce your prep time by 20 mins.”
Muni rider Beau thought everything was going well on the train, until he noticed that the driver hadn’t made a stop for a good couple of blocks. Then panic set in…
I boarded the second car of a Metro train this morning at Castro and settled into my favorite perch next to the door – the place where folks are least likely to bump into you after Church Street. Things were going smoothly. People smelled good, and were giving each other the requisite 12 inches of space that keeps things from getting awkward (perhaps the reason why I couldn’t smell any dubious odors).
Since Muni loves to play practical jokes during a weekday rush hour, I thought I’d just laugh along when the doors didn’t open at Van Ness. Hah! What a joker! Good ole Breda, always up for a few chuckles in the morning.
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