Snoring

Today my sis called me from work and asked what train I normally take now. Since my hours changed due to lack of knowledge how to do my job first thing in the morning, I am now leaving work at 5pm and I hate it. So I told her I would be on the 5:15pm train.

She was worried about lack of seats on the train, and I told her it’s usually standing room only by the time the train gets to Embarcadero. Feeling nice, I told her she could have my seat when she got on. I would stand.

She laughs and says that she’s read my blog and knows that I don’t move for people in her condition. I laughed and said I would. She said I wouldn’t. I said she’s my sis, and I would.

So, I got on the train and sat in the most accessible seat – the handicap bench. I figured it would be much easier to do a switcheroo there than anywhere else. Unfortunately, this lady decided standing right in front of me was the best spot in the world, so it took D a few seconds to even notice me let alone participate in the switcheroo.

I got up, blocked the way for anyone else to try to slip in, she sat down, and I stood holding the bar above my head. (Side note: I’m really too short for this, but hey, I guess I’ll do anything for my sis. I basically feel like my arm is going to rip out of my socket because I’m about 1 or 2 inches shorter than you need to be to hold onto this bar. And it makes your shirt ride up.)

So D and I were talking about work and other things when this person (and I’m still not sure if it was a man or a woman) let out a tremendous snore. One of them snorty snorts snores. How could this not wake them up? How could someone with terrible snoring habits even consider falling asleep on BART?

As I looked around to try to see what mammal was making this noise, I notice others were doing the same. It was either a man with headphones on (probably couldn’t hear himself – nah, he had to) or some lady who was spread out in her seat.

The snoring dissipated. We continued to talk.

Then – SNOOOOOOOORRRRTTTT. Oh man. Just terrible. I announced that I would be really embarrassed if that was me, which made the lady that was now standing in front of D give me a dirty look for some reason (come on, we were all thinking the same thing…). It continued for a few more minutes and then stopped. I’m not even sure if the person got off or not. Maybe they died in their seat! Asphyxiation on their own stinky breath.