I was absentminded on BART again today. This time, I noticed at West Oakland, caught the Pittsburg train, forgot to transfer to Richmond at any of the THREE following stations, dug my nose out of my book at Rockridge, went back to MacArthur and finally got the train into Berkeley.
On the plus side, I think I love Niels Bohr. If only for the "Oh, it's not a bank robber, it's just Professor Bohr" story.
On the plus side, I think I love Niels Bohr. If only for the "Oh, it's not a bank robber, it's just Professor Bohr" story.