+$4M: More Money for Muni
Fellow Muni blogger Greg Dewar blogs the Chronicle‘s report of increased fare collection on buses and trains in San Francisco. This seems like good news to us!
CultureBus FAIL
Not that we like to take credit for foreseeing transit-related mishaps. And, you know, not like we enjoy saying we told you so.
But, god dammit, we told you so. How right were we?
The End*, and the Beginning
Muni Diaries would like to congratulate Barack Obama on becoming the 44th president of the United States.
Hip hip, hooray!
* As for George W. Bush, well, we wish him good luck. We think he might actually need it.
PS: Tell us where you’re celebrating tonight!
Spiffiness for a Certain F-Car, Mate
As SFist’s Mattymatt points out, F car 496 unveiled a refurbished look Friday. Transit lovers everywhere will surely rejoice, right?
(Update) Dinner break for all 49 operators?
Update: KRON-4 has the latest on what may be the cause of the transit snarl, a suspicious package left at the Chinese Consulate near Japantown. Tara got a cab, and her cabbie was told to avoid Geary at all costs.
Original post: Yeah, it’s Friday. It’s felt like a longer week than normal for a lot of us.
But you knew the positivity couldn’t last, didn’t you?
So what, exactly, explains this, eh, Muni?
Tara snapped that out at Van Ness and North Point a few minutes ago. She called to tell me about it, so I decided to check NextBus and see what it had to say. At my stop, 20th and Mission, the 49s heading north to North Point and Van Ness are scheduled as follows:
And Tara just called back to say that her signs read: 14 minutes and 16 minutes, followed by an Arriving, with no bus in sight.
I’ve heard of FAIL, and I’ve heard of Muni FAIL, but this exceeds all expectations of fucked-upitude.
Perhaps Muni and NextBus should look into having the signs read “Buses are broken, look for alternatives now.”
Chest-puffing assholes on the 49
OK, Roguish Passengers on the 49. We need to talk.
Just when I was having polite, inane conversation with the slightly off-kilter woman next to me, you two up the ante and start bickering like kids in a sandbox. After she fled from the bus like it was on fire (thanks to you two), all I had left to do was watch you assholes fight over who stole whose shovel from the pail.
All I can gather is that Roguish Passenger 1 touched RP2 wrong. RP1 kept insisting he didn’t mean to, but for some reason, chests were puffed, voices were raised and everyone in the back of the pee-pee smelling bus (evening commute bonus!) looked around hopelessly for a flak jacket.
Props to the big guy with a briefcase who suggested the homies (his word, not mine) calm their asses down and stop starting shit. You’re far braver than I, Briefcase Man.