This morning on BART, I saw scratched into the window sill next to my seat:
NEENER
NEENER
NEENER
Subtle, and yet straight to the point.
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2 comments:
That’s uncalled for. My grandmother rides that train. Or would if circumstances were different (if she were alive and lived in the Berkeley).
Maybe she wrote it when she was still alive.
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