Yeah, so, one of things we love about our hood is that it has a BART station. We just stroll down the hill, and we’re at the Glen Park BART station.
We love to take BART places, so we don’t have to worry about parking, which usually sucks ass in San Francisco. Plus, if we have been drinking, we don’t have to do the ol “I thought you were the designated driver” dance that I’m sure has ended many a marriage. Oh, and the Spawn loves taking BART, too, because it’s a train, and he’s a boy.
But there is one part of the BART riding experience that we don’t like … have you ever used an elevator at BART?
Actually, saying it smells like Bigfoot’s dick is putting it politely. It smells like the inside of a Diaper Genie that’s been to Burning Man.
It’s the worst. Sometimes the smell is so awful, we push the stroller in, push the button for the floor we want and let Calvin ride the elevator by himself while we take the escalator. I mean, why should we all suffer? I kid! Sometimes we push the stroller in the elevator and push it right back out, and we balance the stroller on the escalator.
But here’ s the thing — we have a choice. We can take our chances on the escalator. Someone in a wheelchair doesn’t really have that choice. They have to take that stink ride (that is, if the elevators are even working that day, which is a whole other story)! I feel like someone who uses a wheelchair can sue BART. It’s possible these absolutely foul elevators are a violation of the Americans with Disabilities Act.
Obviously, some people are using the BART elevators as a toilet, which is awful and sad to think about. We have rolled into some elevators that have a puddle or two, and we turn around and head to the escalator. Most of the time, we don’t see stuff like that, but you can smell it. I have mixed feelings about the person whose job it is to clean up the BART elevators. Part of me thinks they are not doing a very good job, but the other part of me thinks they probably deserve a raise, because that is a shit job – no pun intended … OK, it’s kind of intended, my apologies.