Why I jumped a San Francisco BART Fare Gate
<p>My Clipper Card—well the Google Pay version of my Clipper Card—scanned fine, but the fare gate wouldn’t open. This has happened to me before, and OF COURSE, it would happen again today in the midst of holiday prep. Frustrated, my heart racing, I jumped the gate like a novice hurdler and hustled down the escalator to find an SFO-bound train screaming into the station. The 10-car, 2-door (read: old) train came to a stop, the doors opened and I hopped on. It wasn’t until I finally slid into a seat and heard the doors close that I exhaled.</p>
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<p>The direct message I sent to BART that went unanswered.</p>
<p>I really didn’t intend to steal from BART. I’m car-less—like many Bay Area residents—and I am a big supporter of San Francisco’s great public transit system(s). I could have waited for an agent I suppose, but I would have certainly missed my train and my Mother was waiting for me at the airport.</p>
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