When BART is messed up

Today BART was running late for some reason in the evening -- something to do with the train going from Oakland to somewhere -- it really becomes same story, different day.

What does this cause? Massive silent panic. Everyone acts real cool while they're standing in their chosen long line, but really, underneath is all, everyone is desperately worried about having to stand up for 45 minutes and not getting a seat. You see that old, fragile lady over there not really in any particular line -- what I call a lurker? Well, she's certainly not cutting in front of me, and if by chance she does slip in, she will be pushed out of the way. And you -- you with the baby stroller, don't you even think you can take up more space than two people would. And don't you even dare think of plopping your gigantic moving baby-home inbetween the benches that face each other and then take out your screaming baby, so basically taking four seats up instead of just one cause you know no one will want to sit next to you. No one is that patient. And you -- you dreaded traveler with your suitcase and carry-on, how dare you take up a whole bench! At least I know you're only on the train until Oakland coliseum. Pregnant? I have no pity for your slight mobility and swollen ankles. This is my train and I want to sit down just as much as you do!

Okay, it wasn't really that bad, but I did have to sit next to a little Asian lady that smelled like pee on my right side and two really loud and manly voiced ladies on my left. And man, was I tired today, but I patiently waited for a bench to became vacant so I could pass-out and have happy BART slumber. Ah, this is the traveling life....