This guy...

...was a total mess. We went out to dinner with friends in SF on Friday night and got on the 11pm train to head home. When we got on the train, he was going after this burrito. (He could have been filming one of those terrible Carls Jr. commercials). Then, all that frenetic energy swiftly left him and he promptly passed out. As he slumped over to the side, his hand barely kept a grip on his burrito. You can't see it in this photo, but he had burrito juice running down his pants leg. There were wrapper pieces and rice particles sprinkling the seat next to him. At one point, a girl walked over to him to wake him up and ask him what stop he needed. He replied "huh? Oh, the next stop." She then asked him if he knew which one that was and he confirmed that he did. Then he passed out again. He finally got off three stops later. We reached the stop and he bolted up and stumbled, almost horizontally, out the doors. I really hope he took a cab or walked home.

I'm so fired

I just was reviewing my neglected blog and noticed the sidebar where I ask you to send me your stories.  At which point I realized I haven't checked that email in forever.  As Murphy would have it, a friend of mine had shared a story with me.  On March 30.  So sorry, I wasn't ignoring you!!!!  Here it is and thank you for sharing!  You're right M., BART is so disconcerting.

Hi Christy,

I'm enjoying your BART stories and have one of my own.

After 30+ years of backpacking, I pride myself on my sense of direction. That feeling though was shot to hell on my one and only BART ride about 2 years ago.I visited my daughter in her first year at Berkeley and we took the BART to SF so she could visit a dance studio she was interested in. The ride over, or rather under the bay, was uneventful, except for the fact I couldn't stop trying to estimate the tons of weight pushing down on the car I was in.

The ride back though had me totally confused. We walked down the stairs and got in the car and for nearly the entire ride back to Berkeley I was convinced the train was moving in the wrong direction. Watching the lights and the wall move past the window, I would have bet (and lost) big money that we were going the wrong way. It wasn't until we had traveled some distance and I started to recognize the stations we had passed traveling west that I finally relaxed. If I could only have seen the sun, I would have been OK.

M.S.

Protests in the Air

 There's an electric air in San Francisco lately.  Between fighter jets flying overhead every half hour (Fleet Week) to hundreds of protesters lining up outside banks (#OccupySF) throughout the financial district lately, there's a lot going on.  On many afternoons, we've been able to hear protesters from our office window.   Apparently, the air of protest is contagious (or maybe it's just San Francisco).  There's a Church of Scientology a block up from work.  The doors are very rarely open, so I was a little surprised when I walked past on my lunch break to see people in front of it.

I was even more surprised when I noticed these people were holding signs and wearing masks.  Upon closer inspection, you could see that they were wearing CREEPY masks.  Then, one of the protesters grabbed a boom box and this is what I heard:  <this song>

That's right, the Church of Scientology got rick-rolled.  Awesome.