Weebles Wobble But They Don't Fall Down

I'm pretty sure it's a conspiracy. BART, I mean. Yes, I'm talking about Bay Area Rapid (haha) Transit.

It's gotta be a conspiracy against the passengers, because otherwise those poor train drivers would get so bored of saying, "MacArthur, MacArthur station. Final transfer point to Richmond," day in and day out.

Today BART had some problems with the Richmond line which as you can guess caused problems for everyone else. My train came on time, except it wasn't the train I normally take, and it was packed full of bored, irritable, sleepy people. We stood in that train like Weeble-Wobbles in the hands of an unruly six year old. There was hardly room to stand, let alone worry if you are breathing onto the shoulder of the person next to you, when suddenly the BART train driver started messing with us.

VroomSlam! VroomSlam! VroomSlam!

This was his idea of a controlled stop at every station. Races to a stopping point, slams on breaks (VroomSlam!). He did this repeatedly as though to teach us a lesson. The whole car of people swayed side to side in unision like the larges team of Weeble-Wobbles ever.

Good news is that a bad morning train is much better than a bad afternoon one where there are strange and unusual smells and people are greasy after a hard day at the office.

That, and I really miss playing with Weeble-Wobbles.