Before I go, I pack my black rimmed Ray-Ban eyeglasses and put on my Ray-Ban sunglasses. I then pack my Macbook Pro, iPad, iPhone and Kindle into my Chrome messenger bag. The Timbuk2 bag is too small and makes my collarbone hurt because I didn’t splurge for the shoulder guard. These are things that I’m actually concerned about.
I walk to the Bart station, which is about 3 blocks from my house.
I check Twitter.
I check Facebook.
I check-in to BART on Foursquare, because everyone needs to know that I’m about to take public transportation. Which is kind of like the equivalent to doing something mundane, like taking a sip of a drink and telling everyone about it. Actually? I’ll probably check into somewhere for this reason later. To be fair: I’ve heard if you check into BART 10 times you get the “Trainspotter” badge. I don’t know why this is important to me. But it is. I need that badge.
I see someone doing something weird on BART. Probably a homeless guy or a drug addict or something, which are usually mutually exclusive. I’ll probably tweet about that. I can’t now: no service. But I’ll remember to when I get off at my stop. I bet people would love to read a humorous anecdote like that, maybe it will make their bad morning a little funnier or something.
I forget to tweet that, but forget that I forgot that.
(from Rocket Shoes)