Mystery smell at Van Ness Station explained

Van Ness Muni Station
Photo by franciscophile

Jeff (not me) has got a doozy …

Last week (or maybe the week before), the Van Ness Station smelled like farts, or a sewer line broke, or something, for several days. Pretty gross.

Then one day about 2 p.m. on my way to work, I’m heading down the stairs and this dude is walking to go up the escalator and talking on a cell phone. With his other hand, he starts grabbing at his crotch — which catches my attention.

He then pulls out his schlong, looks at me straight in the eye as we pass by each other. I look back and as he heads up the escalator, he starts pissing while talking on the phone. And there’s a lady about 10 feet ahead of him.

Just another Tuesday. I now know why the place smelled like a sewer.

Well, that explains that. Thanks for sharing, Jeff (not me)!

Muni in song: ‘Rendezvous on the 22’

Dancing on a Bus
Photo by Jack Lukic

The multi-talented Heather (she of our Fast Pass card holder fame) sent us this track. It’s her old band, The Old-Fashioned Way, singing about (what else?) the 22-Fillmore.

Specifically, this song, “Rendezvous on the 22,” is about how the lead singer met his girlfriend on the 22. We love stories of love at first sight aboard Muni, we do. Put to song, even better.

A tease:

“i walk block by block
walking is no longer a thought
whoa whoa whoa

if i make it there some way
a lousy no good fare i paid”

Rendezvous on the 22

Lyrics by C. Wu.

Thumbs-up, retro Muni bus

I spotted this fella while walking past the Potrero Division bus yard on Bryant and Mariposa. It reminds me of (my impression of) San Francisco in the 1970s, an era I’d choose to revisit in a heartbeat should that time-machine thing work ever out.

You know this lot. It’s got that nifty web of electrical lines running above its sleeping coaches. Heather and Ed took some Muni-themed wedding photos there, as we posted about earlier this year. And then there’s all the other stuff you haven’t told us (now’s your chance!).

So, kudos, Retro Bus. If you’ve got other transit ephemera, share it with the Muni Time Capsule.

Muni news: Fired for striking, new money for subway, candidates talk Muni (sort of)

Forest Hill MUNI station
Photo by The West End

  • Muni Operators Could Get Fired for Joining Aug. 2 Taxi Strike (SF Weekly)
  • Cable Car Conductors Can’t Make Change Due to Fare Hike (Akit’s Complaint Department)
  • More than $57M could be OK’d Tuesday for Central Subway project (SF Examiner)
  • Mayor Ed Lee set to detail how he can help Muni’s next boss (City Insider)
  • America’s Cup could turn into a transit nightmare for SF (SF Examiner)
  • Mayoral candidates have nothing illuminating to say about Muni at first Mission debate (Mission Local)
  • First Rewired PCC Starts Carrying Passengers (Market Street Railway)

Joyce Lee’s Mom Takes on Muni

Poet and artist Joyce Lee is a force to reckon with, and if you have ever seen her perform (at the amazing monthly Tourettes Without Regrets in Oakland, for example), you know I’m right. But did you know Joyce’s mother is also an incredible force on her own? At the last Muni Diaries Live, Joyce talked about one memorable Muni ride with her impeccably dressed mother and a bunch of kids who didn’t know who they were dealing with.

I first saw Joyce at the Tourettes Without Regrets’ 10th anniversary show, where she knocked my socks off with her poem, “Crazy:”

“I’m only as crazy as my love is. And my love checks your Facebook every fucking day.”

Joyce has an upcoming poetry CD/DVD, her first professionally produced CD/DVD. She’s also got a Kickstarter page to help get the CD/DVD produced, so check it out if you liked what you heard!

Want more Muni Diaries Live? Check out our Muni Diaries Live event recap page and relive shows you might have missed!

‘Toucher’ on the N-Judah

N Judah
Photo by Aaron Cole

Prompted by Mel’s post last week about the so-called T-Third Toucher, Kate sends the following warning:

I had the displeasure of a NJudah pervert recently between Cole Valley & Duboce Park. Doesn’t sound like it’s the “T-Third Toucher,” however, as he definitely wasn’t over 6 feet.

He got on at Cole Valley (my stop), immediately tried to squirm behind me into the corner, which was unnecessary as the train wasn’t super packed. I moved away, but he inched closer and closer, finally swinging around and again pressing up against my back, followed by a full-on body thrust. I pushed him off and he turned to presumably repeat his actions on another woman, who quickly moved.

Lucky me, he turned his attention back on me. I told him to F-off, at which point he spit on me. So disgusting. He added a barrage of sexual comments as well. Other passengers hit the emergency call button and once the driver came back he ran off.

I filed a report with both Muni and SFPD. We’ll see if anything happens.

His description: white, mid-late 30’s, appx 5’8″-5’9″; brown hair; average build. Horrid brown teeth. Was wearing neon sunglasses. Also was humming/singing loudly and acting erratic aka druggie.

Ladies (and everyone, really): Be careful out there. And report the creeps who cross the line.

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