Riding on public transportation can be quite entertaining. You never really know who will be getting on the train. My place of work is along the rapid transit train route in the San Francisco Bay Area, which allows me to partake of the colorful characters, who frequent the BART rail system.

There are no “No Pants” days on BART, and on Valentine’s Day, you will see crowds of people on the train carrying pillows for the big pillow fight in San Francisco.

Today there was a male rider celebrating Christmas with a crystal star lit with LED lights of different colors on top of a Beanie hat. This area is popular for Maker’s and this was clearly an example of a homebrew ornament.

Not all of the riders on BART are as pleasant. There are the nose and teeth pickers. There are the loud talkers on the train. Get four women together in the seats that face each other and it is time to head for another car. I still want to record snippets of people’s conversations and post them online. I find it very humorous to be thrown into the middle of a conversation without any context for what is being said.

There are also the usual rude people, who hog seats or push people around to get on the train. I was getting off the train behind a woman, when a large man of stature pushed past the woman to get on, before she had exited. I said to the guy, as he brushed past me, “Let people off first.” He kept going and told me to f— off. The train is going nowhere. A little courtesy will make everyone’s life more pleasant.

Who cares. Someone else will clean it up.

One morning, I encountered another extremely rude person. He was sitting in the outside seat of four seats that faced each other, with his feet up on the seat across from, effectively blocking off the three other seats from being used. He was on the phone, obviously in an argument with another person. I indicated that I wanted to get by to sit in one of the three seats. He yelled something at me and looked like he was going to kill me. Needless to say, I left for another car.

There should be a place to record all the strange and rude behavior on BART; a Hall of Fame of Infamy, if you will. Actually, there is a Facebook page for this. A co-worker alerted me to this fact. It is called BART Idiot Hall of Fame. Since I grew up in Daly City, I remember when BART was being constructed and when it first opened, so the banner page of BART in the 70’s is a flashback for me.

Since I found this page, I have taken a few of my own WTF pictures on BART. Sorry for the blurriness of the photos, I was trying to take the photos without being obvious about it.

WTF! Really? On a crowded BART platform?

This first guy was on the morning Richmond commute train. Once you get past Berkeley the train pretty much empties out. This guy was sitting in the disabled seats from the start, breaking out his breakfast muffins, while doing a little light reading. It was just stunned at what this guy found acceptable on a BART train. I would hate to see his home. The muffins, yes, muffins, he had chosen were large crumbly muffins. As he shoved the muffin into his mouth he let huge chunks fall wherever they fell. If the chunks obscured his view of his reading material, he simply brushed them away with a swipe of the hand. He proceeded to eat three muffins in this fashion. When he was through eating, he brushed off his lap of crumbs and napkins, picked up his belongings and moved to another seat. Of course, he doesn’t want to sit in this filth. What a guy, create a mess for the disabled and move on.

This second picture is at the MacArther platform, waiting for the Concord train. I am not going to tell you what the person was doing. Of course, I waited for him to finish before I took the picture. The clues are all there. Wow, have we really sunk this far as a species.

So far, this is my BART Hall of Infamy. I will be adding more.