Donut Lady

There isn't supposed to be eating on BART which is now a 50 minute portion of my daily commute to 575 Market St. Well "donut woman" did not seem to care. This morning, I boarded the 5:45am train with iPod in ear - listening to a bit of ESPNRadio, Slate.com, and my brother's latest sermon. Donut woman, perfectly able but still sitting in a handicap seat, first proceeded to put her whole face on using one of those little pocket mirrors. That was pretty funny to watch. With no fewer than 15 people sitting within 10 feet, she spent at least 30 minutes applying her make-up. And then she pulled out a paper towel which she carefully put across her lap followed by an unopened package of powdered hostess donuts. I had the feeling this was a routine. Opening the package alone added to the number of onlookers and starers. Those who may have chuckled at the make-up segment were now more curious. Above her read a sign NO EATING. One by one, she pulled out each of the six donuts. The first 3 she ate whole. The latter 3 she ate in two halves. After each bite she carefully wiped her mouth with her fingers and then her fingers on her napkin. There was quite a rhythm to the process. The lady directly beyond donut lady in my line of sight was appalled and annoyed. I was merely a bit baffled at the performance. To top it off, she washed the donuts down with a plastic bottle of regular coke. Yuck. My stomach became a bit queasy and I had the sudden urge to work-out. A couple of hours later, somewhere around 9:00ish, a co-worker in the office dropped a box of donuts on the corner of the table for us to share. No, I did not partake.

This is the probably the weirdest BART musing I have thought about sharing but I'm sure now I'll be attune to more.