Another moth

About 2 or 3 times a week, when I take the later train in the morning, this gal seems to always pick me to sit next to. Granted, it took me a few times of sitting next to her to realize she's the same annoying girl that sits next to me, so I would think by now she would realize I'm the girl she keeps deciding to sit next to. No one's that oblivious. Especially when you pick the same seat week after week.

I was really tired this morning because I didn't get very good sleep the past two nights (4th of July fireworks across the street from our bedroom window sounding like guns going off right next to our window, and wondering if I was stuck in commuter hell today or not because of the BART strike). I fell asleep pretty quick this morning on the train, but I woke up a bit when someone sat down next to me. I didn't bother looking. I was too tired. Must sleep.

I woke up when we just left West Oakland, so I knew I had about 7 minutes of snoozing left while going through the tunnel. Back to sleep. The train slowed down, and I woke myself up and told myself to stay awake. That was when I noticed that the person sitting next to me was the same gal that has been sitting next to me a few days a week, each week. She sits with a huge backpack on her lap and reads the newspaper. So the first time I had to ask her to let me out, I was thinking it was going to take forever because her bag was so huge. Didn't take forever, but it wasn't quick either.

So you'd think (or I would, at least) since she keeps sitting next to me, she'd know that Montgomery was my stop. And if you didn't know that it was my stop, then you'd at least get that it was my stop based on my actions (gathering up all my stuff, sitting like I'm ready to leap out of my seat, a bit wild eyed). But no. Not this gal. Every single time we get to Montgomery, I have to ask her to move. And she's getting kinda feisty for my liking -- getting kinda huffy about the whole thing. Like I'm inconveniencing her. God forbid you'll have to move quickly with your massive backpack and newspaper.

Here we go again this morning. To me, it was apparent that I wanted to get off at Montgomery, but she just sat there, all snuggled in, covered in all her stuff. I asked her to move, and she very slowly got up and moved to the side so I could slip out. I'm getting rather annoyed by her, so I almost knocked her over while getting out. Come on -- you want to sit peacefully reading your newspaper while you have a 100 lbs on your lap? Then move when a bench becomes free. Leave me alone.

So tomorrow it looks like I'll be sitting on another bench. I just want to see if she follows me, and if she does, then she's my new nemesis (I will then call her Backpack Gal). I just don't understand people who bring so much with them on the BART train and don't have their quick-like-a-bunny exit plan at the ready. And no, I'm not going to ask you to get up as soon as the train pulls into the station. No way am I allowing myself to bounce around the BART train while it tries to stop just because you need more time to drag yourself up and out of the seat. You sit next to me, you play by my rules!