BART Bonez

Tuesday, Jun. 07, 2011 - 8:03 a.m.

I had to go out and climb on a bus and ride that bus until it got to the BART station.

BART is the rapid transit system here in the San Francisco Bay Area.

I made my way to my destination, got my business done, emerged from the Embarcadero BART, which is the first stop in San Francisco coming from the East Bay, and switched back over to the bus.

Tired.

A little bit rained on.

Forgot to eat lunch during the low grade panic that was happening when I was looking for my keys.

And this guy about six rows ahead of me on the bus stands up and says

"MEKA LEKA HI, MEKA HINEY HO!"

...and cuts the loudest, most sulphuric fart I've experienced since Dad died.

I tried not to inhale more than I had to --

But I swear, in its airborne form, it had stickers in it.

I guess it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened while I was on a bus.

However, I am absolutely certain it's definitely the weirdest.

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The thing we had to do is get our computers worked on.

They're just both upgraded to Tiger, which is still a little archaic, but we can now both see the internet properly, and we can both run one another's ipods, and the hard drives are large enough now to actually hold the materials for our respective hobbies; John loves making mix CDs, and I do a lot of work with Garage Band, the raw files of which are the size of small cars.

While I was at the store where we got our computers combooberated, a customer walked in with two very nice doggies on leashes. The cashier opened a cabinet and produced a box of Milk Bonez.

At first I thought that was a weird snack to have on hand, but then I realized, it's over in Berkeley, and people walk into stores with their pets a whole bunch, so I'd have to say that was a pretty nice piece of marketing there.

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All right, that's it. See you next time.

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