Subway
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They’re like shower thoughts but sweatier
My nose is dangerously close to an armpit that is not mine. With each stop, a backpack hits me in the boob (the left one). Someone is listening to the Hamilton soundtrack and singing along loudly. I just wish my forehead would stop sweating while I try to avoid touching the mystery liquid on the floor, which is either a bodily fluid or melted mayonnaise.
Commuting on BART every weekday morning means I usually have seen some serious things before 8:00 a.m., and all I have are my thoughts to survive. …
Tales from the train
I like to think of BART as one of the great socio-economic and cultural equalizers of the Bay Area. People from all over, of vast backgrounds, careers, and motivations, come together to ride the train.
But anyone who has commuted on BART — an aging, decrepit, overcrowded train system that makes the average person’s daily commute a living hell — likely has a story to share. And they’re most likely gross or horrifying.
Personally, though, my most memorable moment was more heartfelt — witnessing a train car of people jump into superhero action to help a woman who had just…
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