tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14424424212978623222024-03-08T01:14:04.775-08:00All Out On MuniOverheard conversations & unfortunate incidents and run-ins on San Francisco's MuniSimona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-38724172565848287442013-01-25T10:53:00.001-08:002013-01-25T10:53:38.150-08:00HoetelOverheard on the J train at 10:00 AM:<br />
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"Yeah, I'm going to the hotel.. Yeah, that's right, the HOtel! That's where all the hoes are at!"<br />
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It's good to add a little color to an all black outfit...</div>
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<br />Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-85427162445050669352012-06-05T14:10:00.001-07:002012-06-05T14:10:45.026-07:00Shit My Cabby Tells Me [Part 3]<i>"Where are all good looking women with a lot of money? I want a 24 to 30 year old who's hot with lots of money!"</i><br />
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<i>"I personally think Canada should be divided into three. And America should be divided into black, whites, hispanics, and one for the south. They are nuts! Are there nut jobs in Canada? I like the French language. It's so sweet, even the bad words!"</i><br />
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Wow... Next time I need to go home early from work I will take the risk of throwing up on muni!Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-8637529926953853512012-06-01T18:05:00.002-07:002012-06-01T18:11:41.546-07:00I Guess I'll Walk...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is the, albeit pretty, path you have to walk when an SUV crashes into the J train you are on. </div>
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"This town has so much construction. City supervisors don't know how to do it. This should be done at night when no one is here! No one lives here! Look at all this traffic!"Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-4721446485710022982012-05-30T11:19:00.000-07:002012-05-30T11:23:54.704-07:00Shit My Cabby Tells Me [Part 1]Last night I had something close to, if not full-on, food poisoning. In an attempt to be a good employee, I went to work as usual today but as anyone could have guessed, did not make it for too long. In a rushed attempt to not throw up at work or on MUNI, I decided to take a taxi home. Though it's not MUNI, it may as well have been - the small space of the car with a clueless, racist, crazy and wildly chatty cabby did help my already prevalent nausea...<br />
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<i>"Where are you headed?"</i><br />
<i>"Noe Valley"</i><br />
<i>"We call that no man's land. Everyone takes a prescription medication and sleeps for two days there. No young girl lives there. Everyone is old. It's so boring in that area!"</i><br />
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I'm pretty sure he is wildly incorrect about the demographic of Noe Valley.<br />
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<br />Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-71005857001410094502012-05-29T15:10:00.002-07:002012-05-29T15:10:14.487-07:00Killer BootsIt seems I've made a new friend on 24th Street who is always there when I get off the 48.. Yesterday I think he really liked my jegging, sweater and boot outfit...<br />
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"Hey killer boots, how are ya?!! Working it well ... mhmmmm"Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-85998922298478069692012-04-05T20:55:00.000-07:002012-04-05T20:55:16.748-07:00Muni Loves Ya!"Next stop... Civic Center! And remember.... Muni looooves ya! Have a good day and see you maƱana!" - N-Judah Muni driver.Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-43147585040352375442012-03-18T10:27:00.002-07:002012-03-18T10:27:36.611-07:00No need for pants on St. Patty's<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PEHnmqJl_V0/T2Yazaqr64I/AAAAAAAAAec/x9QwB1ogksg/s1600/photo+(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PEHnmqJl_V0/T2Yazaqr64I/AAAAAAAAAec/x9QwB1ogksg/s320/photo+(1).JPG" width="239" /></a></div><br />
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Guy1: Ay, where you goin?<br />
Guy2: Haight. Goin to get tatted.<br />
Guy1: What you gettin tatted?<br />
Guy2: I dunno...<br />
Guy1: You don't know?! ... Who you with?<br />
Guy2: Girl<br />
Guy1: Oh... I got jumped today by your bro Adrian.<br />
Guy2: Why?<br />
Guy1: I was wearing Jordan's and they jumped me and chased me down the block. He punched me in the face. He's your bro, can you talk to him?<br />
Guy2: He don't listen to me.<br />
Guy1: ... When does Jose get out?<br />
Guy2: Two or three years.<br />
Guy1: Damn...<br />
Guy1 (to older, homeless looking man): Where you headed, bro? AKA old geezer..<br />
[Old guy mumbles something incomprehensible]<br />
Guy1 (looks at me): You got some pretty eyes!<br />
[Guy2 and Old guy start cracking up at Guy1]<br />
Guy1: WHAT?! What?! You gotta be nice! Damn!Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-65269273507916359052012-02-22T19:04:00.000-08:002012-02-22T19:04:48.283-08:00A Day On Turk & JonesIf you happen to spend a day in San Francisco's Tenderloin, specifically on Turk Street & Jones, you might experience something similar to what I experienced today in the span of just 7 hours.<br />
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- <u>Two</u> domestic abuse arguments involving police officers. One alone had 5 police officers, 2 of which were standing there adjusting their uniforms and telling the man to just stand back and relax. The other situation, where the man yelled: "Ohh sure! The whore gets it all!" at the top of his lungs.<br />
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- A bakery named <u>Hung Phat Bakery & Coffee</u> which, if it wasn't a semi shut down hole in the wall, maybe wouldn't be <i>soo</i> sketchy or funny for that matter.<br />
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- <u>Four</u> arrests. Two of which were done by undercover police officers and which were clearly intense drug busts.<br />
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- <u>One</u> man wearing ass-less pants. Yes, ASS-LESS pants! <u>Another</u> man with his all matching track suit only slightly buttoned up and hanging on by literally a thread.<br />
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- <u>Two</u> men fully in <i>white</i> camo.<br />
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And last but <i>definitely</i> not least...<br />
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- <u>Three</u> pimps. One of which was trying to sell fake Rolex watches (shown below).<br />
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- Why so many people getting on this muni?! It's FULL! Get your fat ass on here already, woman! Jesus!<br />
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Young Guy: Excuse me, you're in my space!<br />
Older Guy: Everyone is in everyone's space.<br />
Younger: Not exactly though.<br />
Older: Uhh..Okay...<br />
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Guy 1: Remember when I touched her bottom? Hahahahah That was supposed to be a turn on.<br />
Guy 2: That was a turn off for her!Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-84221256846009089742012-01-31T12:28:00.001-08:002012-01-31T12:28:59.102-08:00Need Hookers"Bitch give me no pussy for weeks! Need 3 hookers." - Homless man's sign in Union SquareSimona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-84491758089790744822011-12-17T17:58:00.000-08:002011-12-17T17:58:07.166-08:00Damn, You Must Be A Businessman!I, unfortunately, never got to see who this conversation was between but I think it makes it just a little bit better!<br />
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"Damn! You got a fancy phone like that! You must be important!"<br />
"Yeah..."<br />
"Must be a business man!"<br />
"Yeah. You know we all gotta work."<br />
"You got games on there too?"<br />
"Eh..."<br />
"You gotta ask a geek what games to get. I know how to turn it on..."<br />
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5 minutes later...<br />
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"Where do you get all your smarts from? School?"<br />
"I get busy!"<br />
"Pscht. I don't need to know all 50 states."Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-91041794425851750052011-12-04T18:46:00.000-08:002011-12-04T18:46:32.819-08:00Men Are Jerks.... Don't You Think?!Today as I was sitting on the beach watching my boyfriend teach a surf lesson a drunk, seemingly homeless (he would somewhat prove me wrong on that one....) man approached me...<br />
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<b>"Men are jerks! Don't you think? I don't mean to scare you... I just want you to know that men are jerks!"</b><br />
<b>"Yeah..."</b><br />
<b>"I hope no one steals my stuff... It's just a tarp and some food. I came here to meet a guy who said he wanted to fight me but he didn't show up! He was a big guy too! HUGE! So now since he didn't show up, I'm drinking a 40! I have to go back to the Haight soon to sing. I make $102 singing you know. Can I sing for you?"</b><br />
<b>"No, it's okay."</b><br />
<b>"I have a wife and kids. She grew up in Santa Cruz, my kids were born there... We have a house there. I also have 7 castles in England, you know? .... Can I sing for you? I'm not trying to pick up on you... One wife is <i>enough</i>!! Can I please practice my vocals for you? I'm on my knees begging you like John Lennon!"</b><br />
<b>"No, I have to watch this surf lesson."</b><br />
<b>"Honey, you don't have to do anything! You don't have to do a thing he tells you. Men don't control you!! I'm going to walk over here and practice my vocals, just so you know."</b><br />
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As he finally walked away another surf instructor came running up to me and told me that some other woman had called the cops on this guy because she had had a much more threatening conversation with this guy. Luckily he only wanted to warn <i>me</i> about men and finally understood my brush off!Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-79061016056470535442011-12-03T16:19:00.000-08:002011-12-03T16:19:17.130-08:00No bag? No Problem.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Epitome of laziness? I see two free hands.... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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comes flying out of my Muni driver's mouth.Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-7130034694687187472011-11-26T11:54:00.000-08:002011-11-26T11:54:10.440-08:00Who's Birthday Is It Really?"You know what I give my grandkids for Christmas? IOU's. It's not their birthdays, it's Jesus'." - Older woman to a stranger on the 72.Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-19305788909754437462011-11-02T18:54:00.001-07:002011-11-02T18:54:58.525-07:00Beauty & Brains"You got a B? ... No? You got a C? Come on! You gotta get the grades to match the beauty!"Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-70061787414817462882011-10-25T20:58:00.000-07:002011-10-25T20:58:39.903-07:00Little Boy BluesToday on the K there was a little boy sitting next to me dressed in a full suit. He was the cutest little thing and he had his head on his mom's lap and hummed to himself the entire way. Something about it comforted me so much. Loved it!Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-43717624944089690122011-10-13T16:48:00.000-07:002011-10-13T16:48:46.136-07:00Praise Jesus, A Woman!Today the 43 Masonic was super packed but I managed to see a couple seats in back that no one was using. So I made my way back there and there was a young guy with a skateboard standing in the way. I ducked under his arm and he let me by and when he did a crazy man in the row behind mine goes:<br />
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"Yeah!!!"<br />
Skateboarder: That was chivalry.<br />
Man: Praise Jesus!! You brought me a woman!<br />
Skater: Are you Christian?<br />
Man: Protestant. Fuck those Mormons! You follow Jesus, you get the women.<br />
Skater: I go to church every Sunday and I have a woman. So you're right!<br />
Man: I don't. My ex smoked crack 3 times and I did too and she still says "I love you".... NO!! End that conversation!<br />
Skater: Haha<br />
Man: My name's Bruce Lee. What's yours?<br />
Skater: I used to be obsessed with Bruce Lee too.<br />
Man: I'm not obsessed. I <u style="font-style: italic;">AM</u> Bruce Lee!<br />
Skater: Alright this is my stop.<br />
Man: What's your name?<br />
Skater: Ignatius<br />
Man: Is that biblical? Wait! Is that biblical!?! Does anyone on the bus know if that's biblical?! Well.... close enough! That boy is under the spirit. Knocking on Jesus' door with that name. White people are nice. ALL OF THEM!<br />
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This man smelled like tuna and the whole conversation had me thinking maybe the skater was a little nuts too.Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-26300415513724939982011-10-08T21:03:00.000-07:002011-10-08T21:03:05.878-07:00Painful Conversations On Muni...This conversation made my stomach churn.. Don't worry, it <i>does</i> it worse and worse and <u>so much</u> worse as it goes on.....<br />
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Girl: But you'll see her when she gets back right?<br />
Guy: Yeah, of course.<br />
Girl: So... Are you single while she's gone?<br />
Guy: What do you mean? We're married.<br />
Girl: Well while she's away do you guys see other people?<br />
Guy: Sometimes.. It depends.<br />
Girl: I don't understand....<br />
Guy: Oh. You're just 18. You don't understand! I'm just going to stretch my arm out around you... That's better! Sometimes we just don't get along when she's here but it's awkward because we only have one bed. So of course, you just roll over and have sex!<br />
Girl: Where does she want to go?<br />
Guy: She's not sure yet but not Africa because she says white people don't belong there.<br />
Girl: Where else could she go?<br />
Guy: I don't know but I have a friend who went to Thailand and his friend got raped. It was like... 'The forecast is fog with a chance of rape!' Hahaha.<br />
Girl: What do you do when she's gone?<br />
Guy: The thing is, I have lots of friends but I wouldn't really want to have sex with them.... I went to a gay bar with a buddy because he said it was a good way to pick up chicks.<br />
Girl: How?<br />
Guy: Fag hags. Girls that go with their gay friends to gay bars. They are always complaining. Those stupid girls but there are so many! Do you get that?<br />
Girl: No... Fag hags?<br />
Guy: It's complicated.... They complain to their gay friends and then go drinking.<br />
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UGHHH!!!! I wish I <i>hadn't</i> been there to here this one.Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-19789160811127379782011-10-07T14:31:00.000-07:002011-10-07T14:33:57.177-07:00Men Are Like ChildrenProfessor: "So when a kid is punished, it has to be done immediately after what they did wrong."<br />
Student: "Like men."<br />
Professor: "You mean like human beings..."<br />
Student: "No. I mean like men!"<br />
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So good :)Simona Luisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13695166700910455722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442442421297862322.post-26390918597297028312011-10-06T19:07:00.000-07:002011-10-07T14:32:35.640-07:00Muni Makes You DrinkBuddy, you aren't fooling anyone with your bloodshot eyes and brown paper bag... The giggling to yourself doesn't help either.<br />
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