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Not that, pervert! Someone probably under the age of 19 did a number on this sign. I suppose the new message retains the severity and weight of the original, eh?
Via Muni rider Adam: “outrageous restriction on #sfmuni drivers as seen on the 38”
Photo by Josh Shaw
Every once in a while, Muni riders emerge from their self-imposed bubbles. Even rarer: They see someone who catches their eye, and perhaps even their … libido.
Such a thing happened to Muni rider Adrianna.
I really wish I got that guy’s number on the Muni today
Please help me! He was tall, green eyes, had black converse on, has a lip piercing, and was soooo cute. I hope he has a tumblr and sees this. Dear Punk Guy, I want your number.
Sincerely,
The cute short girl with the braids and black beanie
Okay, Punk Guy and/or Punk Guy’s friends. Get on it!
Via Tumblr.
We don’t have quite the on-board transit entertainment that a lot of other big cities have. So when it happens, it’s special.
Muni rider Peter sends us the above: “This guy busted out the guitar on the N Judah this morning.”
Also, just me, or is that Bradley Cooper in the foreground?
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.
Tofu St. John sent us this photo of yet another clever (or weird) use of Muni hand rails. I just hope it isn’t a gross damp gym towel that someone decided to air-dry on the way home (mouth vom!). Remember the days when you thought the rails were just for hanging your dry cleaning? That’s sooo 2010.
You cheered for “Equality for all!” You hissed, bitched, and whined for “Go Giants!”
Now we can just go back to not giving much of a damn about what’s on our bus marquees. Oh well, that was fun.
SF Appeal reports that SFMTA/Muni will cease its practice of promotional messages. WHY ON EARTH WOULD THEY DO SUCH A THING? you ask.
“The transit agency’s decision to terminate the program is the apparent result of increasing complaints from riders — some of whom are developmentally disabled — claiming that the messages distract from reading Muni route information, officials said.”
So, so practical, Muni. Thanks for that.
Read the rest of the article at SF Appeal.
For the record, we were big fans of “Equality for all!” We suspect you might’ve been, too.