Castro Station Heats Up

Why is the Castro Station always an oven? I understand that San Francisco isn't always the warmest place but we really don't need to crank the heat that much. This morning I had to take off my jacket while waiting for my train - and it's always like that! I sometimes dress specifically for the station, which is so sad, but otherwise it is just too miserable! In winter, when you're wearing a ton of layers and your winter coat, boots and scarves it's even worse. Thank you Muni for trying to do a good thing by keeping us warm but only us Muni riders that are passing through Castro are "enjoying" it, for one, and for two, we don't need to be roasted at 100 degrees! I end up at work looking like I was just at the gym.

The weirder - or maybe the worst - part for me is that no one else seems phased by it. I never see anyone else frantically stripping down like I am. But I promise that doesn't mean it's just me feeling the heat. My boyfriend and some friends have agreed. I guess others are just trying to keep their cool or think they are the only ones feeling it and don't want to look odd. I'd rather look ridiculous and stupid in a tshirt and skirt during the coldest parts of the year here than bright red and sweaty while I wait and when I get to work.

No Disrespect

While walking to the 49 with my boyfriend and his buddy these 2 big guys we pass go:

"Wow!! She has some BEAUTIFUL eyes!"

Then, realizing one of the guys I'm with is probably my boyfriend he says to them:

"Oh, I mean no disrespect!"

Girls Need Headboards

"I don't have a headboard, you know, on my bed. So she didn't have anything to hold onto. You know how girls hang on to the headboard? Yeah well, she didn't have anything to hold on to... So it hit the wall and all this shit fell down" - Teenage boy to his buddy

Unwanted Attention?

While waiting for the 24 Divisadero, the bus going the opposite direction stops across the street. A man on board stands up, opens the window and shouts out: "TITO!!" to a man next to us listening to music. The man next to us does not flinch or notice this. So again, the man yells "Hey, Tito! Tito!" from across the street. We cannot tell if this so called "Tito" really doesn't see or notice this other man or if he does, and is purposely ignoring the other man because either he is not named Tito and the man is confused, or because he just doesn't want to talk. This continues for a good five minutes and the man on the opposite side continues to yell out Tito's name... We are conflicted whether to tell this "Tito" that someone is calling out to him in case he is just oblivious but we decide not to in case he does know him and is purposely ignoring him. None the less, the other bus drives away and the man on the bus is laughing, embarressed by the fact that he was not acknowledged.

No Marker To Grafitti With?

Why not use feces? .... The 38 Geary could not get grosser. On the back steps were two huge tags in what appeared to be feces. What kind, I have no idea but it was disgusting. Come on, Muni!