If you live in the Mission, you’ll also know that they’ve temporarily rerouted the 14 (and the more benign 48) to a mostly residential strip of South Van Ness. One of the stops happens to be right in front of my door. My stoop is now a bus stop. I didn’t think this would bother me until the Popeye’s bags, melted popsicles and cans of King Cobra started showing up on my stairs. Next, we found empty wallets and purses. A few weeks later, a crack smoker decided to take up residence on our stoop. And lately, some creeper* has taken it upon himself to sit on our steps as he waits for his morning ride and make disgusting comments as I’m leaving my apartment.
So in short, fuck you Muni. Fuck you litterbugs. Fuck you creeper. Fuck you purse snatchers. I know this bullshit is temporary, but I’m soooo tired of it and I needed to vent.
Read on for further details and a relevant photo.