Muni Diaries

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Pull your chairs closer to the campfire, kids. Ariel‘s got a doozy for us.

I’d been on the bus for one stop and already had a lady with face tattoos spit in my face.

The young lady who spat in my face was saying really hateful stuff in another lady’s face, almost making her cry, but nobody was doing anything about it. I had just gotten on and took my ear buds out to hear what she was saying. Just as I did that she spat in the other lady’s face. I put my hand on the tattooed-face lady and said, “Hey!” She spun around and gave me an evil look and said, “You’re already dead!”

I told her to get off the bus and she spat in my face. I tried to keep cool and told her again. She got off and made a big fuss about her bags, then the lady she first spat on had the operator call the cops. Then I saw the spitting lady handcuffed with a mask over her mouth, led into the cop car. We all had to get off the bus, probably so the operator could file a report.

As I told Ariel, the whole “You’re already dead” bit is already giving me nightmares. And I haven’t even gone to sleep. Got a fireside chat to share with your Muni-riding brothers and sisters? Do it here.