In case your mother hadn't told you, BART is not your personal potty, which means shitting and pissing on the escalators, floors, seats, and ticket machines is a no-no. If you can't hold it, then poop in your own pants, that's what your underwear is for.You take up two seats with your crap while the rest of us stand:
Look, I don't want to sit next to you any more than you want to sit next to me, but I also don't want to stand. So move your Trader Joe's bags and your exercise ball or whatever the hell it is you feel entitled to bring on the train and give me that seat. And stop giving me dirty looks.
Ah, the genius of Urban Mass Transit, given to us by our Enlightened Pubic Servant Ruling Class.
The author forgets to mention all the times he sees the Mayor, SF District Attorney, and Chief of Police riding to work with him on the BARF line.
I'm sure it's just an oversight. After all, you see the same public officials taking the same train you do every day, pretty soon they stop seeming special. You start to see them as just ordinary folks, right?
The author forgets to mention all the times he sees the Mayor, SF District Attorney, and Chief of Police riding to work with him on the BARF line”<
The odds of that happening are about the same as you sitting between Nancy Pelosi and Moochelle Obama at the Local Obamacare Clinic while waiting for the Third World Trained Physician Assistant to see you.