I had dinner with Sarah yesterday. Roy's. Really good food. So we part at the station and she heads over to BART and I head towards MUNI. I was walking down the stairs when I spot my train. So I start running, and the driver sees me, so I think he holds the door open an extra second. So now I'm proud of myself for running and catching the train and try to get comfortable in my seat... only I find out I'm going the wrong way.

Had to get off and walk to the other side. My only consolation was that in a way, I was on the right train. Because we were at the last stop and that train needed to turn around. I tried not making eye contact with the driver.