2004-11-06 9:49 a.m.
Why I Love Public Transit
Seen on my BART ride home last night:
- A guy carrying a plastic bag with a few large subs and a drink.
I kept watching the drink inside the bag with horrified fascination,
waiting for the cup to get bumped up against the pole the guy was
holding onto or otherwise squished, because that was just a huge,
sticky mess waiting to happen.
And why would someone lug their dinner on BART, anyway? Do they really not have this exotic concoction of meat and vegetables and substandard white roll in his corner of the suburbs? Would his children gather around his feet when he got home, hailing him as a conquering hero for bringing them these mysterious and tasty foodstuffs? Or was he just trying to be meta by carrying Subway on the subway? - A guy in a Nation of Islam-style suit, with a spread of BART tickets
on the adjacent seat that looked like some very large and scattered
game of solitare, consulting what looked like a copy of Think and
Grow Rich. I had no idea there were such riches to be found in
tiny tickets,
but maybe I just don't have that burning desire to make it happen.