Was riding home from Oak-town one night. I was tired and frustrated by work, in no mood to stand up riding the BART back home.
While walking through the car looking for a seat I saw a girl sit down then immediately get up from a 4-seat cluster. Tired and not thinking, I went straight to where she was sitting. Then I saw why she left.
Sitting there, half open, a plastic sandwich bag filled with marijuana buds. Some pothead had dropped their stash on the train!
I did what the girl did and left.
On instinct I shot a glance in the direction where the girl went, she shot me a knowing smile.
At the same time, some dude (or dudette), probably in Berkeley, was probably saying;
"WTF, where did my weed go."
Probably went home with some BART maintenance worker....