My vent: I have a new BART pet peeve: You're on a packed-to-the-brim 5 pm train. You're standing in the center aisle, stacked like sardines with 30 strangers. The new flood of people from the Embarcadero station start loading onto the train and one of them (or two or three) decides he or she wants to stand in the center of the center aisle, so (s)he starts shimmying through the sardines. We all end up smashed against each other, all cheeks touching, or almost sitting on some stranger's lap - all because some A-hole decided they didn't like to stand by the door.
Unless, of course, you plan on jumping on the ceiling handrails and using them as monkey bars. Then I'd welcome the entertainment.
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