Glen Park Ped Hit by Train
SFist reports on a man having been struck at San Jose Avenue and Randall Street early this morning.
You really can never be too careful out there.
More public-transit hell in the center of town
Another by-product of the protests. SFist has more.
Purse burglary on 38L. Merry Xmas Eve!
Damned kids.
I wonder what they stole if it wasn’t her wallet or phone? Sounds like an EPIC FAIL burglary attempt to me.
Um, so yeah, don’t leave your purse open while you’re spacing out on the bus, especially if there are snotty teenagers on the bus with you. From extensive sociological study (i.e. staring passive-aggressively at them when they bother me), I find that when they’re not screaming at one another, at the bus driver, into their phones or all of the above, they’re eying your blank stare and swanky purse of grown-up goodies.
I had a theory that teenagers are pretty much the worst category of people in the world, and I haven’t been proven wrong just yet.
And if today’s San Francisco Examiner story about truancy is any indication, they best watch out for the narcs.
Sweet Dreams, Muni
It’s almost poignant. Definitely peaceful. And practically a perfect Christmas message.
Then you learn that an army of buses came to sleep in the lot at Stockton and North Point at 6:30 on a Tuesday evening, and, in keeping with the emotions and thoughts that Muni typically leaves us with, you wonder, WTF?
… and to all a good night.
Civic Center BART/Muni Station Closed
UPDATE: I don’t think it was clear from the SF Gate report, but The Examiner‘s John Upton writes that the power outage shut down service for all Muni Metro. It’s back now, as SF Gate said, but the Examiner’s version is a lot more severe than we originally reported.
If you were affected by the service disruption, tell us your story in the comments, please.
ORIGINAL POST: SF Gate reports on a power outage in Civic Center.
No, It (Snot)
I boarded an articulated 14-Mission last week, and purely for shits and giggles, I chose to sit in the accordion section. One of the two-seaters was open, so I figured, why not?
Immediately across from me was a man of indeterminate age and mental ability. He could very well have been 32 and mentally retarded or 54 and blitzed off his rocker. One thing was for sure — he wasn’t like the rest of us.
But he was relatively clean. The warning sign for me was his incessant chewing of the cud, a systematic gyrating forward and backward of his lips and jaws.
After my initial curiosity and observation, I let my eyes wander. But they were drawn back in an instant when I noticed something emerging from the man’s nose. It didn’t quite look like snot or mucous (what’s the difference, anyway?), but more like spittle. It fell in a clean line over and down his top lip toward his mouth, stopping just about at that line where lips meet face.