SFist has lived in this city a long time and there are some mysteries about this place that we’ll never fathom. Like all the guacamole love. Or what’s up with Dennis Richmond’s eyes and why does he always look stoned? But by far the greatest mystery about this city is this- why can't anybody move to the back of the bus?

Anyone who has ever tread upon MUNI knows what we're talking about. You get on the bus and if it's a crowded one, you instantly run into a wall of people and while you stand there, getting walloped by people's backpacks and breathing in the overly perfumed aroma of the person next to you with whom you are now fairly intimately acquainted with, you look up to see green pastures towards the back of the bus. And as you get smushed and suffocated, you notice that there's enough not only enough room for people to stand comfortably, but for people to do Warrior II pose if they want.

Image from the Crapshoot photo album