Whitney and I had a great day at the A’s-Giants game yesterday afternoon even though I am a fence-sitting whore and cheered for both teams. Still, we drank beers and got sunburns and took pictures of Stomper, the A’s elephant costume mascot.

So I now have a minor burn on my nose and forehead. Booo.

Tonight I left work at 5:00 and arrived home at 6:45. Once again it was confirmed that San Francisco MUNI is the worst excuse for an urban transit system in the entire United States.

I got off the train at Church to get some groceries at Golden Produce. Waited for the next N. One finally arrived, too packed to get on. Fifteen minutes. The next one: even more packed. Twenty minutes. ANOTHER crammed train. I had been standing in the cold wind for 40 minutes so I shoved my way on. I rode for a few stops, but feeling very claustrophobic, got off at UCSF. The next train came three minutes later, very unpopulated, and I hopped on to enjoy some personal space.

I will hate you forever, Muni.