No one gives a @#$#@ if you can't go to Cash Creek Casino

Thought I'd have a nice quiet Monday morning commute today. Instead I ended up sitting next to a woman on her cell phone who kept calling various bus services to find a way to Cash Creek Casino. Then she got interrupted by a call--apparently someone had busted her car for her radio (??? Do those go for much now?)

So then when she's done moaning and griping about that, she gets back on the phone with the bus service (who I'm sure doesn't care why she put them on hold and probably hung up after she did so). I only had peace at Lake Merritt and in the underground tunnel.

And then to add to it, she has no idea what the next station is after West Oakland and asks me...after asking me if I speak English.