Not to sound like an old fart, but it feels like the fabric of civilized society is fraying to threads. And nowhere is that more apparent than on Muni.  I understand—other people are hard. But in this day and age, with so many claiming some form of social illiteracy, it’s

Be nice. Be nice to the wobbly Asian man at the corner store with gingivitis who silently judges you for purchasing ZzzQuil, a giant bottle of Stella, pop tarts and Jesus Christ, you’re projecting again. Be nice to the weathered homeless lady sitting on your front steps struggling trying to tie her