Another car ten story

I caught BART at Civic Center yesterday morning to head to Pleasant Hill for a day of square dancing. It was a 9-car train. In those cases, car nine works likes car ten.

I got in car nine and took the backseat, opposite some straight-looking Latino. Oh well, I had a book to read. At Powell Station, a bearded guy with a ponytail boards. He catches my eye, and he sits in front of Carlos, but turned toward me. He's rubbing his crotch already.

Carlos disembarks at Embarcadero. Ponytail Guy moves to the back row across from me. ( Just some lewd details behind cut. Don't look. )

I was able to finish most of my book by the time we got to Pleasant Hill. Reading is good.