Home of the Soul Cookie

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Just had a total Indiana Jones moment:

Transferring from MUNI to BART, escalator traffic is held up by a jackhole who refuses to listen to pleas to “stand on the right; walk on the left.” As I make the loop back down the BART-bound escalator, I see that a train is there on my platform, doors open.

I pick up the pace.

The marquee comes into view. This is the train I need to catch.

I half-shout “Excuse me!” to the people now standing between me and the platform.

The BART train “dings” to signal that the doors are about to close.

Simultaneously, I hit the platform running.

As the doors slide closed, I fly between ‘em, startling a tourist-y couple sitting to my left.

Sweet.