There are few things in life more empowering than sitting in the front seat of a police car. This basically confirms what I have believed over the past several years: that being a traffic cop would be the most kick-ass job imaginable. Often while driving I have daydreamed about ticketing that idiot in the Subaru who cuts me off or the executive ( Read more... )

Oh, yes, I was there.Leon stuffed two feather pillows in crisp white pillowcases into his backpack and then met me on a BART train headed to San Francisco. We smiled at each other, feeling sneaky and covert, like we were up to no good. But our cover was more or less blown by the number of people who opted to carry their pillows in plain sight, so ( Read more... )

There was a delay on BART this morning, and I sat at the 19th Street station for 15 minutes, waiting for the train to move just one more stop so that I could go to work. The delay was caused by another train getting stuck in the trans-bay tube. That is, stuck under the bay. Under the water. Stuck ( Read more... )

I never used to understand how people could forget to put on deodorant ( Read more... )

Yesterday, a middle-aged man tried to chat me up while waiting for BART. He asked me how I was and when I returned the greeting, he said, "Fine, except I might be dead in an hour ( Read more... )

So, I got hit on yesterday on BART. I was heading home, and I just knew it was going to happen--not because I have a big ego but because I kept making eye contact with this guy who was standing about six paces away ( Read more... )

Joe stopped by the apartment yesterday while I was at work. Leon and Sam were there, and when Leon answered the door, he more or less told Joe off. Leon then called me at work to let me know what had happened but I didn't get the details until I talked to...Joe. He was at the BART station when I was getting back to Berkeley from work ( Read more... )