Dear MUNI,

I love it when synchronicity is the word of the day and the 27 meets the 71 perfectly, or the N picks me up at the beach when I'm wet and cold and tired just after sunset. In those moments I think I could kiss nearly any of the contaminated surfaces you provide me with day after day.

It's just that when I have to wait through 179872343 T's to catch a J and I end up waiting 45 minutes for a train when I could just WALK to the Mission if I had the right shoes on, (but of course I don't because I'm busy being so darn cute all the time), I want to punch you in your face. And I imagine that could hurt my hand, seeing as you're a huge bureaucratic government run agency and all. I'm scrappy, but I ain't that tough.

Perhaps we could compromise and you could finally work out the kinks the the Third Street Corridor project and get my trains running in some kind of reasonable fashion again? Please?



The girl who relies on you whether you're working for her or not,
Lauren