I've got about 13 minutes left

I've been taking BART to work for 7 years now. And during these 7 years, I've managed to avoid every TV reporter at the Fremont BART station...until today.

When we drove up, I saw the TV station van parked in the front of the BART station. I wondered why it was there. My husband said because of the voting stations being brought to the BART stations.

When we started walking to the station front, I asked my husband if he wanted me to interview him since the camera was right there and no one was around. He declined. That's when we saw Kraig Debro milling around, trying to get random people to stop and talk to him.

My husband walked to the ticket machines to put money on some BART tickets he had, and I told him I was sticking to him so Kraig wouldn't bother us. At this point, Kraig and the camera man had made it into the station, so I knew we'd have to do some crafty dodging to avoid them.

We both entered the station, and I headed towards the escalator, got stuck behind some slow guy, while my husband made a sudden beeline for the newspaper stand. Uh oh, I thought. We're separated. I bypassed the guy on the escalator, hoping to dodge Kraig and his cameraman and get on the train.

That's when I heard Kraig and the cameraman asking the man on the escalator, whom I just passed, if he was registered to vote in Alameda County. I rushed up the escalator as fast as my pregnant body would allow me to find....no SF train. It just left. I had no where to go and no husband to protect me. (If we were together, I would have made him do the interview while I laughed at him.)

That's when Kraig started yelling, "M'am! M'am!" as he was getting to the top of the escalator. So I had to stop. I mean, where was I going? I was trapped. There would be no crafty dodging on my part.

He then told me why they were there, and I was waiting for him to ask if I was a registered voter because technically I'm not, and then I could get out of the interview. But he didn't. I think he realized that was everyone's "out" and he wasn't going to let me slip by. (Note: I'm not registered because when we moved to our condo, I got dumped from the voting list while my husband did not. I fully intend to re-register at some point and enjoy my civic responsibilities, but right now, it's more fun to say I'm not allowed to vote when people bring up elections).

At this point, my husband walked on the other side of the platform, laughing at me as he headed toward the front part of the platform, where we usually get on the train.

I felt a bit bad for Kraig, so I said I'd do the interview, but first I told him I was trying to get away from him. He said he knew. Sneaky reporters.

After asking me some questions, we were finished and that was that. I stumbled once when I talked, and I was hoping they wouldn't use the footage cause I wasn't eloquent, but they did.

And my mom taped it. But then, I did call her and tell her I was going to be on TV, so I guess this means I have an ego and love being star.

Oh, and this is the second time I've been interviewed by the news. Oh yes, I'm an old pro at this. I was interviewed at a Veterans Day parade when I was a kid, and when they asked me if I knew what Veterans Day meant, I said "no." Lovely. I'm a really good interview, I tell you. The dumber, the better.

So now I have about 13 minutes left of my 15 minutes of fame, and probably a good 40-50 more years of living to do, so I'll probably slowly use it up. That's if I keep taking BART and being chased down by the likes of Kraig Debro.

Have you seen me on TV lately?