Ludacris was speaking on etiquette at "da club" when he injected this chanty hook into our lexicon.
But I'm here to speak on Muni etiquette. I'm beefin' with the lil' old Asian ladies. Yes, I called you out! I said it. I know I shouldn't discriminate but the truth is the truth. And the truth is...the lil' old Asian ladies mean b-u-s-i-n-e-s-s when those Muni doors open.
If I see an M-Ocean View or an L-Taraval coming my next inaudible thoughts are "oh shit". I tuck my locks behind my ears so that I may have complete peripheral vision--because the lil' old ladies are coming.
You usually can't see them. They're ghosts in the night. If they were thieves they'd make the cast of Ocean's Eleven jealous. They're quieter than mute children with wings.
Muni doors open and before you can say "Hey, you butted!", you've got an elbow in your hip and you're at the back of the line stepping on the train wondering how all the seats vanished so quickly.
Ruthless, heartless and focused like perfect assassins: Beware of the elderly Muni patrons. Your kidneys and pride will heal in due time.
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