I heart Muni

"Ooooh Muni I love your way. Everydayyyyy-eeayyy. I wanna ride you all night and day. Oh Yeah!"

Yeah, it's like that.One Muni driver said it best when he shoulder-shruggingly stated, "Sorry for the delay...but that's Muni."

Muni loves us. I heart Muni but sometimes, oh sometimes, I wanna put my foot in Muni's ass.

Yesterday, I'm hopping on an N train headed to my job at Powell station when Muni decided to shit the bed. It took an hour for a normally 20 min. commute.

All of the computers were out at the Duboce/Church junction behind Safeway. T-r-o-u-b-l-e.

Already annoyed customers had to yo-yo from train to train in hopes of somehow arriving downtown at an acceptably tardy time. Those dreams would be crushed.

The chaos on Church and Market was priceless. Fat little businessmen running down Market chasing buses and taxis. Pissed off suits all "harrumph" as they fold their newspapers in wait of some semblance of public transportation.

Meanwhile I sat on the N listening to the lost member of TV on the Radio singing a commentary of the on-going debacle. Did the curses hurling through the air deter him from belting out his feelings about the situation? No. Nothing stopped him from singing about "wanting to be in bed but riding to work instead".

All I could do was laugh. Why get so upset that a stranger is incessantly singing? Just get off the dead train anyway or put in your earbuds or feign to be reading something, anything.

In the end we exited and I made it to work a half hour late (aided by an emergency Shuttle bus). As I was walking in the door of IABC I had to take stock.

In a matter of an hour I saw normal, unassuming, silent characters devolve into depraved, Cinderella clock-watching babies.

Sometimes our lives aren't in our own hands. Those are the toughest moments. Megalomaniacs and OCD-ers hear me. When fear turns to anger...the world's on its' head. We mustn't forget this. To be in control of yourself when you have no control of the situation at hand is priceless.