dumbass of the week

i just encountered the absolute dumbest bart patron of my entire life. this lady beats the stanky sleeping hobos, the hipster bike bitches, the wide armed newspaper snappers, the feet on the seat morons, the "oh no he didn't" babys-daddy-screaming-into-the-cell-phone conversationalists.

as i am walking between the parking structure and the station, i can see that a train is approaching. but there should be plenty of time to make the train. i make it through the faregate without incident. there is a short line at pretty much every parking validation machine. but there is one with no line - just one lady pulling her ticket out. great! i jump behind her. she proceeds to wait for her receipt. bitch! nobody takes their receipts! now she can't find her receipt! WONDERFUL! double bitch! i kid you not, this is what happens next: she pulls out one receipt. looks for the stall number. puts it back. pulls out a second receipt. looks for stall number. puts it back. third receipt. stall number? put it back. on and on and on... eventually i go to the next machine to the right. she was still looking for her receipt as i was running up the escalator!

here's the thing: you don't need a receipt! when was the last time someone punched in the correct number and still got a ticket? NEVER! if you INSIST on getting your receipt, there are two ways to do it without being a dumbass - 1) push the other receipts to the side before your receipt falls into the hopper, or 2) scoop out ALL the receipts, walk over to the garbage can, and shuffle through them AWAY from the validation machines.

and that's right, Shrapnel - i RAN up the escalator!