Your place to share stories on and off the bus.
Are you sensitive about the consumer culture we live in? Desensitized from ad-overload? What are you gonna do about it? Yeah, you?
Muni rider Karen shares how one of your fellow Muni riders took matters into their own crayon’d hands. My interpretation: A screamer, a laugher, and a masked maniac. Hey, sounds like a typical Muni ride, AMIRITE?
Or so Universal Studios would have you believe. Or, upon closer inspection, this looks like a BART train in the worst disguise in the world—as a Golden Gate Transit … train?
The ride is called Earthquake in California and Disaster in Florida. Thanks for the distinction, Universal!
Devin got a wee bit obsessed on a recent visit down south. The following are his dispatches.
It’s not every day that you arrive at your work to such an uplifting message. I work in a building across the street from Kirkland Yard (see below). Turns out one of my coworkers lost their work ID, but a Muni driver grabbed it for him and went the extra mile of leaving this note.
Not all bad apples, folks.
Donut socks. Because, donut socks. Not donuts and socks, weirdos! Just … donut socks.
h/t: Muni rider Kristin: “This guy just made my morning commute 
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When you have a major Muni complaint and you have your Sharpie with you, this is the next natural thing to do. @axelfeldheim on Instagram found this at the 43-Masonic stop one day:
“12:31 a.m. (late Tuesday night 12-22). #43 driver refused to pick up disabled old woman who waited over 30 minutes for the bus. It is VERY cold out and is life threatening to do that to her. He should be fired and jailed.”
I too would be livid to see this happen to a disabled old woman. Hope she got home OK.
Going aaaaaaaaallllll the way back to 2015 and inspiring cries of “I have never!” these pups riding the bus on Mission Street DGAF.
h/t @Candicainn via SFMTAsucks