Fear the Beard unmasks superheroines of Muni etiquette.
Fear the Beard is always, totally, like getting to the bottom of things. And for months now, a couple of anonymous females have been putting the worst etiquette violations of Muni ridership on “blog blast” over at Munimanners.com. Having achieved a certain fame with missives about subjects ranging from beverage control to sneeze and cough covering, they have somehow managed to maintain their status in Clark Kentville.
That is, they have remained completely unknown. Until this week. Damn you Mornings on 2 for beating us to the punch, but still. We’re at least kinda breaking a story. And while we are only the second media outlet to reveal their true identities (we’ll keep the names quiet for now), we’ve got KTVU beat with the fact that they both work with one of our most esteemed commenters. So, what the hell does this all mean? It means, that y’all better be cool with FTB when we’re on Muni. For real. We’ve got a direct line to the damn Wonder Women of putting you in check and we’re not afraid to hit them up and summons the invisible jet.
Look. I’ve seen a fight on the 22 Fillmore. Between a dude with a knife and a dude with a chain. I’ve had a driver cuss me out. All the way home. Just for having the audacity to run down his 38 Geary after he wanted to bypass my stop. (I ain’t forgot your anger-management-needing, buster ass either.) I have seen. And, my friends, together we will make this right.
Okay. I’ll be serious for a minute. Thanks to CBS affiliate KPIX for hosting a blogger bash at their Battery Street headquarters tonight. That’s where the photo of Dolin (above, center) was snapped with the Muni-etiquettes. And thanks to reporter Sue Kwon for chatting us up and introducing us to the sports patrol proper. Ms. Gilbert, we appreciated the red wine and cold cuts. But most of all, it was cool to see new and old media gettting together and playing nice.
And if you’re on the 30 Stockton tomorrow trying to text somebody while sipping a cup of Peet’s and reading the paper, just don’t do it while holding a live chicken in your lap. Seriously people. That ish is so 2002.
Turman