Seriously? This was my view on the N-Judah substitute bus last weekend headed from Church and Market toward Cole Valley. (And for fuck's sake how long will this 'no N rail service on weekends' continue past its well overdue date?)Dude gets on. Settles in the seat. Takes out a box of papers, and a paper bag. Takes the plastic bag from the paper bag, and rather soppily fills and rolls himself a fat one. Then stuffs the bags back in his hoodie, and lights up. He tokes for a while, but has to keep relighting it for the entire ride. I have a hard enough time with smoke of any kind, but this was pretty rank, and close to me, in a closed box. I decided against saying or doing anything as he was so far gone it wasn't going to make any different. I decided I would just bide my time until I could get off, get a coffee, and transfer to another line.
On the next bus, having just escaped the loud pothead who kept blazing up, there were two unmuzzled dogs and any number of creepy general Muni policy violations, but the Muni driver—looking like Orville Redenbacher's OCD older brother—kicked me and another clear-cut rider off the bus for having coffee in paper cups, regardless of the lids.
Seriously Muni, WTF?
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