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Now that I have this little blog, my friends have all become my BART informants, looking for anything I can write a story about. My friend Ashley text me the other day: "Courtney, I'm currently watching a guy, wearing a grey Kangol hat, clip his finger nails on BART". After I said, "Eww, that's disgusting!" She replied with "Yes, it's pretty gross, but let’s talk about the fact that he's wearing a KANGOL hat."

She raises a very valid point: there is no dress code on BART. I've seen it all: slippers, booty shorts in winter, sub-zero puffy jackets in summer, nylons as pants, harem pants (leave them to MC Hammer) and my favorite, the guy who wore the "Boobies Make Me Happy" tee-shirt.  I certainly don’t consider myself to be the most fashion forward person, but I do have good taste and can put together something that will help you avoid the worst dressed list.

Yesterday night, Old Navy invited me to be one of their featured bloggers to give some fashion tips to their customers. I came up with a couple of looks that are guaranteed to make you look cute for your commute (and repel stains from the 40 year old clothed BART seats). Both head-to-toe looks are available for $70 or less. Go see them today!


 
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On July 1st, 2013, BART employees decided to strike forcing 400,000 commuters (including myself) to find another way into work. Thankfully, I own a car (I couldn’t imagine if I didn’t). I also have a very flexible day job that accommodates snafus like this--so much so that when I arrived at work today, I walked into smiles and empathetic “awe’s”, not a lecture about being late.

The thing is, I actually support this strike. Sure, it’s a huge pain in
the rear to sit in a parking lot (i.e. The Toll Plaza) for 3 and a half hours while creepy men stare and flick their tongues perversely at you (yes, that really happened),  but what can you do except roll with the
punches when good people are fighting for their rights. 

I have nothing but the utmost respect for all of the BART workers. It has to be a tough job! Read the few stories that I have shared on here, and then multiply that times infinity. That’s the 40 hour work week of the BART worker.
On a daily basis, they have to put up with 8 hours of bad breath, flatulence, violence, tragic incidents, naked acrobatics, and crazies running on top of their train thinking they are the king of the world (for the record, I would
have paid REALLYgood money to witness the last two)—and that’s just to name a few.  They are responsible for the lives of millions of people, and for getting us to work, safely, every day of the week.  And, for the most part, they seem to enjoy it (well at least Barry White and Miss Sassafras do). It’s easy for me to laugh during the hour and 30 minutes that I ride the train (really, the laughter keeps me from insanity), but I don’t think I would be able to survive 40 hours of it.

In my opinion, BART management should give the hard-working employees what they want. The needs are not unrealistic, and they deserve it. Plus, where would “The Curious Commuter” be if it weren’t for my dear BART? Life would be a lot more uneventful, that’s for sure.