  TGIF! That being said, the focus of my post this morning is today's morning commute. For me, commuting really bites. There's the traffic and crazy driving to get to the BART station, then there's the rush to get onto the train and nab a seat that's not too dirty, then the scuffle to get off the train and up the stairs into the freezing San Francisco morning air.
Once I emerge topside, I have a 10 block walk from Market Street to Pacific where I have to weave inbetween fellow walkers, homless people, bike messengers and all those other people that walk but tote around one of those big wheely bags to carry all their junk. Needless to say my commute often puts me in a rather crappy mood when the day has only just begun. &nbsp; Today, however, it was actually funny. Why you ask? Because after the annoying drive, I got onto the BART train and sat down by myself only to be joined by a woman with a head full of&nbsp;Jerry Curl.
Yes, folks, that's right, Jerry Curl. I tried not to laugh because it's rude to laugh at strangers but she looked like she belonged in some bad 80's movie because not only did she have a greasy, Jerry Curled head, she was wearing one of those crinkly track suits that were all the rage in the 80's. Oh it was hilarious. Then, as if things couldn't be any more amusing, she told me (a complete stranger) that&nbsp;she had heart burn and proceeded to drink Mylanta straight from the bottle.
Yes, she chugged Mylanta from the sea green bottle. Then, when&nbsp;I thought&nbsp;my interaction with Ms. Jerry Curl couldn't get any funnier, the BART train operator accidentally announced that our train was a "Daly City Train" when it was in fact a "Dublin Pleasonton Train". At this small mistake the&nbsp;Jerry Curl lady had to announce to the train car "Uh-uh, this is a&nbsp;Dublin Pleaston train. He don't know what he&nbsp;be talkin" (yes, she actually said that). Most people kept to their papers. I coughed so as to not laugh in her face.&nbsp;Alas, the BART train arrived at Montogomery and I got off, leaving the Jerry Curl lady and her Mylanta to their own devices.
&nbsp; The fun doesn't end there though. I came up the stairs from the platform, went through the little gate when I was accosted by some teenage looking girl in a blue shirt with strange letters on it. She handed me a yellow flyer that said "Have a good day" on the front. I took it, thinking that it would at least be an amusing read.
Oh, I had no idea just how funny it would turn out to be. It was a pamphlet for the "Jews for Jesus" organization complete with Yiddish sayings and little drawings. It&nbsp;filled me in on all the nice things that Jesus wants for me&nbsp;and that I can have a nicer day because&nbsp;Jesus cares about me. I was touched. I thought, wow, all I need to know in life is that I can have a nicer day because Jesus&nbsp;cares. Good thing he does because so far my day has been hilarious!
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