I knew it was only a matter of time before I found material to write. Day 2 of my return to daily BART riding and I knew the "honeymoon" stage was short-lived.
In a fairly crowded train, I find an empty seats amidst a sea of heads. I get myself there and ask if I may sit down.
There was a lunch bag and a huge backpack on top of the empty seat. The man in the other seat looks at me and said....sorry I'm saving this seat for my friend who gets on at Rockridge station.
What?? Saving a seat? You can't do that on BART! This isn't the movie theater, people.
I said, well, I'll sit there until your friend finds you.
We just past Rockridge and the 'friend' is nowhere to be seen.
Rule people: seats are first come, first serve, except with priority to disabled, elderly, pregnant women and found children. In my book, at least.