The 77 is the bus you always knew existed, a bus with a well-trained barista manning a mobile Blue Bottle kiosk, a bus where your favored sections of the Times are laid out on your (reserved) seat.  This bus is always prompt.  You might wonder why you’ve never caught sight of it, but this is simply a matter of secret stops, in lesser-traveled neighborhoods, manicured enclosures redolent of freshly-cut flowers and an unobtrusive yet pleasing design.  Stan Getz is piped in on nice days, and when summer cedes to winter, Liszt.    This is the Muni line where you will find both Willie Brown and Gavin Newsom, laughing together over their pictures in the Style section of the Wall Street Journal.  This Muni line is not for the likes of you.
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The 77 is the bus you always knew existed, a bus with a well-trained barista manning a mobile Blue Bottle kiosk, a bus where your favored sections of the Times are laid out on your (reserved) seat.  This bus is always prompt.  You might wonder why you’ve never caught sight of it, but this is simply a matter of secret stops, in lesser-traveled neighborhoods, manicured enclosures redolent of freshly-cut flowers and an unobtrusive yet pleasing design.  Stan Getz is piped in on nice days, and when summer cedes to winter, Liszt.   
This is the Muni line where you will find both Willie Brown and Gavin Newsom, laughing together over their pictures in the Style section of the Wall Street Journal. 

This Muni line is not for the likes of you.