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carleighamalin from Twitter (you know her here as CAK) tweeted us the other day to ask the following:

Is it rude to FB friend someone you see on MUNI daily but dont want to actually converse with because I’m a.m. antisocial w/ ipod

We dusted off the ol’ Muni Diaries Magic 8-Ball to arrive at the following:

Facebook users tend to fall into two broad categories: Those who friend (yes, a verb, deal with it) liberally, and those who exercise restraint, thereby limiting themselves to, you know, “friends” who are people they know.

As with other internet traditions, there’s no cut-and-dried, black-and-white answer here. On the one hand, who knows what could come out of this friending, should it occur? On the other, not doing anything surely wouldn’t inhibit the possibility of, oh, say, talking to this someone in person, on the bus, if the opportunity presented itself.

And there’s always that remote possibility that your someone could be reading this right now, and know exactly who you are. And there you’ll have it.

Verdict: Go with your gut.

Pub crawl round-up

The first Muni Diaries pub crawl was a success! Despite some of us forgetting what time the festivities began *points at self*, a nice little group of us met up first at Lucky 13, surrounding a table covered in happy-hour pints, Goldfish crackers, popcorn and Muni Diaries buttons.

From there, we NextBus’d a 22, which we thought we were boarding. The marquis on the bus that pulled up read, “S.F. Muni,” and the driver asked everyone who boarded where they wanted to go. If their desired stop was along the route to (presumably) the Potrero yard, they were allowed gratis entry. Those of us ready to fork over fare lucked out, thanks to this exceedingly generous driver.

From there, we swung over to Dalva, where we happened to bump into Greg from N-Judah Chronicles on his way out. We convinced Greg and his brother to stick around, and they did. We picked up a couple more crawlers at Dalva (which, for the record, is an iPhone 3G and EDGE dead zone, thus the Twitter drop off last night), then proceeded to Mission to await a 14 or 49.

Visual Rapists, Thieves, and Prada

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So I’m riding the 6, heading outbound, up Haight Street when i hear this woman having a conversation. She’s young, well-dressed and wearing a pair of dark dark sunglasses. And at first she’s just talking to herself, quietly, saying things like, “I know who you are, I know who you are.” She’s repeating it over and over, rocking from side to side while doing so.

I notice peeps are starting to look around, trying to figure out who she’s talking to, maybe it’s them, maybe it’s herself, it’s tough to say because of those dark glasses. It’s then that the bus makes a stop at Divisadero and a few passengers get on. This guy in a blue button up and navy pants sits in the open seat next to the woman. I see everybody kind of look around at each other, knowing this guy just stepped on a land mine.

The bus driver closes the door and with one big jerk the bus chugs up the hill.

“I know who you are, I know who you are. ” The woman starts rocking again, but this time she turns the guy in the blue shirt and says, “Quit looking at me.” The guy looks puzzled. “What,” he says. “Quit looking at me, you think you know me? I know who you are, I know who you are,” she says.

Then the woman shifts in her seat and starts screaming at the top of her lungs, “Visual Rapist! Visual Rapist! Stop looking at me Visual Rapists!”

Reminder: Muni Diaries Pub Crawl, Tomorrow!

OMG, it’s one day away: The first-ever Muni Diaries pub crawl.

Come out to schmooze and booze it with Muni Diaries editors, readers, and contributors. We’re looking forward to putting faces with some familiar names we’ve grown to love over the past several months. Here’s your chance to do the same, and to get your midweek drink on, to boot! The forecast calls for clear skies (remember those?), so there’s even more reason to celebrate.

Feel free to join for all or some of the event as we snake our way from Church and Market over to the Mission. Here’s the schedule:

6 p.m.: Lucky 13: 2140 Market St. between 15th Street and Church. (routes: J, K/T, F, N, S, M, L, 22, 37)

7:45ish: We’ll move on to Dalva: 3121 16th St. between Valencia and Guerrero (we’ll take the 22 from Lucky 13. See 511.org’s alternatives if you’re starting here)

9ish: Finally, to Doc’s Clock: 2575 Mission between 21st and 22nd streets (we’ll either take the 14 or 49 — here are alternative routes if you’re joining here)

It’s not too late to RSVP on our Facebook page, if you haven’t already.

Look for tweets, diaries, and photos to come out of this event, beginning in real-time.

See you tomorrow!

xoxo

Muni Diaries

Photo by Flickr user/amazing photoblogger/Muni photos pool member WHAT IM SEEING dot com

Dear John

As with a number of interpersonal issues, writing a letter (with the optional step of posting it on the internet) can be a productive outlet to air one’s grievances. So …

Dearest Singing Guy on the 49 (Bus 7020),

You’re an asshat. But unlike a long line of asshats before you, you at least seem to know it.

I got on around 8 p.m. at Van Ness/Otis, that janky excuse for a block with Power Exchange on it. I only rode until 20th Street, but you actually managed to sing the whole time. But I guess god explicitly forbade you from singing something good, or even bad in a fun way. Whatever it was sounded like something my nephew would find on Barney. While you seem to be at or around the same developmental level as him (my nephew, not Barney. Well, actually…) you still looked closer to 30 than to 3. Unacceptable.

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Dear John