Author: FroggerBlogger

The best kind of commute? When there are only 8 other people on the bus, a good number for karaoke.

Lady (I think) completely bundled up from head to toe (knee-length coat buttoned up over what looked like three layers of sweater, fleece pants, fuzzy boots, gloves, scarf wound twice around her neck covering her face except for her eyes, and knit cap) came on the bus and immediately proceeded to open as many windows as she could, freezing the rest of us normally dressed passengers.

Guy on his phone on bus (loud booming voice): Hello? Doctor ______’s office? Do you have any openings this morning? I really need to come in. I found a strange growth in the middle of the night…

Surprising that we aren’t required to be strapped into a harness from head to toe while riding Muni.  Who needs to fly to the moon?

Just heard a passenger on the phone say his full name and social security number, loudly enough for everyone to hear.  All I need is his childhood pet’s name.

Me and one other person on the bus. Third person boards and with the 30+ empty seats, she sits right next to me.

Heat overload – never knew I could get a sauna experience on a bus.

Lady, it’s okay if you want to twirl your ponytail through your fingers every five seconds but can you try not to whip it in my face? Thanks.

“To make a long story short…” said Chatty Girl to All Ears Guy, whose story lasted the entire bus ride of 40 minutes.