Commute diary, 02/19/16

6:42 am: Man enters Bart train and screams: "Alright you motherfuckers, I ain't aiming to take shit from any single one of you today!" A handful of people jump up in a panic, but before they can all run, he laughs and steps back out as the door close.

6:46 am: Young, freshly showered woman enters Bart train, phone pressed firmly to her face. She wanders aimlessly for a second before the train lurches forward, catching her off guard. She flies backwards, crashing without grace into the empty seat beside me, whipping her long wet hair across my face and smashing her lead filled purse into my knee. She settles in without a word, phone still attached.

6:47 am: I'm counting the minutes, afraid they don't make numbers that big.