Books

I have a bad habit of sneaking a peak at what people are reading on BART. I've actively tried to restrain myself from doing this but I inadvertently find my eyes wandering over to a book and reading the title before I am even conscious of what I'm doing. I've also had to stop myself from commenting on their book choices, too. "Oh, you're reading The Hunger Games? Isn't it AWESOME?" or "Look, I'm also reading A Dance with Dragons! Aren't you addicted?!" I'm intrigued when I see someone reading Rick Steve's guide to Prague, ammused when I see someone reading a romance novel (a more-common-than-you'd-think occurrence), and impressed when I see someone reading a classic novel that I've never been able to get through.

I learned my lesson the other day when I glanced at the guy next to me and saw the title of his book: Sex at Dawn. A quick look on the Goodreads app revealed it could be one of two books: Sex at Dawn: The Prehistoric Origins of Human Sexuality, a non-fiction book about the evolution of monogomy (gotta admit, it sounds pretty interesting) or Sex at Dawn: An Erotic Tale of Sexual Hunger. hmmmm....I was really, really hoping for the former. I could not sit there with a straight face if I was sitting next to someone reading an erotic novel on BART.

Did I really learn my lesson? For about two days. Sadly, I'm back to my nosy ways.

Happy Anniversary Puck!

In honor of our five-year anniversary of having Puck, I'm posting pictures of my favorite subject: dogs on BART. Both these dogs did not appear to be service dogs. Even though they're not allowed to be on BART, I'd much rather have them on BART than the dude currently sitting next to me who obviously had too much to drink last night and hasn't had a chance to take a shower.

And I threw in a non-BART but super-cute and recent picture of Puck.

Mr. Magoo

I don't think I'm exaggerating when I estimate that I almost get hit by a car daily when walking from the parking lot to the BART station. You have to have your wits about you! So, you keep your head up, your smartphone in your pocket, and your eyes scanning. It was nothing really new when a man ran a stop sign as I was crossing over to the station today. What was new was that he looked at me and kept driving. Even though I stopped, he came within a foot of hitting me. And then he started yelling at me (it may have been instigated by my dirty look and shaking head). Are you freaking kidding me?! You do not almost hit a pedestrian crossing in front of a three way stop intersection after running the stop sign and get to yell at her. When I first started learning how to drive, my dad instilled the fear of death in me regarding hitting a pedestrian or bicyclist. I would never play chicken with a pedestrian when I was behind the wheel of a car. Being on time is not worth it!