This time SC stands for Stupid Customer.
There were problems on BART today. We ended up being told that the train we were on was being taken out of service, and we needed to exit the train and wait for the next one.
Everyone dutifully exited and waited on the platform. I sighted a friend and walked down to chat with her. While this was going on, the train was still sitting in the station, waiting for permission to move. Something caught my eye, so I glanced in the window and there was a woman sitting there, talking away on her cell phone. I had a book open in my hand and a jacket over my arm, so I made a big gesture toward her and mouthed, "You have to get off the train." She looked, saw the car empty, saw everyone else on the platform, and jumped up, still carrying on her phone conversation.
Too late, the doors closed just as she got to them. I yelled, "There's someone on the train," but we were at the far end and the driver didn't hear us. The train pulled out, headed for the yard with the cell phone addict still onboard, pounding on the doors that had shut in her face.
I turned to the other people on the platform, and we all burst out laughing at the same time. We couldn't help it.
I'm not taking delight in this woman's mistake, but it was like being in a movie, the setting and timing were so perfect.
There were problems on BART today. We ended up being told that the train we were on was being taken out of service, and we needed to exit the train and wait for the next one.
Everyone dutifully exited and waited on the platform. I sighted a friend and walked down to chat with her. While this was going on, the train was still sitting in the station, waiting for permission to move. Something caught my eye, so I glanced in the window and there was a woman sitting there, talking away on her cell phone. I had a book open in my hand and a jacket over my arm, so I made a big gesture toward her and mouthed, "You have to get off the train." She looked, saw the car empty, saw everyone else on the platform, and jumped up, still carrying on her phone conversation.
Too late, the doors closed just as she got to them. I yelled, "There's someone on the train," but we were at the far end and the driver didn't hear us. The train pulled out, headed for the yard with the cell phone addict still onboard, pounding on the doors that had shut in her face.
I turned to the other people on the platform, and we all burst out laughing at the same time. We couldn't help it.
I'm not taking delight in this woman's mistake, but it was like being in a movie, the setting and timing were so perfect.
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