Dear MUNI narcs,

You are not cops. You are basically the same thing as a meter maid, which is one step below a high school security guard in the hierarchy of douchey narcs. Meaning you're bigger douches than the people whose job it is to harass 16 year olds for bringing their skateboards to school. You have a working class job in which you harass people who don't have proof of payment on public transportation. Guess who that is? Your fellow poor and working class humans.

You impose a tax on the poor of San Francisco by enforcing the fare system. MUNI was originally supposed to pay for itself and become free, sort of like the bridges. Since the local government screwed that up, the working class and poor of San Francisco, who can't afford cars and parking, are stuck paying exorbitant fares on public transportation so that the rich folks in St. Francis Wood and Seacliff can have nicely paved roads to drive their BMWs Prius' on.

So you know, way to go, making a living by selling out your demographic. I'm sure you can feel the integrity oozing out of your pores when you write a $50 ticket for a single mom taking her toddler to go apply for welfare or a homeless man trying to get to a cheaper hostel. I mean really, you are like, a cornerstone in the foundation of a civilized society. Glad to see you are out upholding our values. I'm sure you feel really good about what you're doing every day for work.

When you arrogantly ask to see my transfer as I exit Civic Center so I can walk through the Tenderloin to my studio apartment where I live with my child and I tell you that your job is a crock, don't be surprised.

Get a job that doesn't screw over the people who can't afford it. I don't owe you my transfer; I don't owe you anything. In fact, you owe me an apology.

No, I do not respect your sewn on "badge,"
Lauren