  I had another run-in with the BART fashion police this morning. However, unlike the last girl who called me a b*tch and a poser (for wearing a brown pashmina which obscured my Clay Aiken concert t-shirt over a skirt I've had since I was 7 years old... who am I supposed to be posing as?! ) , and told me that I could "get my head kicked in for that sh*t," the woman this morning was nice. She had a gentle Eastern European accent and said, "You are be-u-tiful, everything! " and gestured with her hand from her face to her stomach. I am wearing, from head to toe, a black fleece Kangol snood, the Gryffindor scarf I was knitting all last month (in time for the new Harry Potter movie, which was absolutely fantastic), purple velveteen pants, and Steve Madden trainers. I happened to be yawning as she said that and I walked past her, and must not have looked my most glamorous 'cos we both laughed, and then she said, "No!
Sleepy-beautiful! " So, I'm learning to take the bad with the good, but it really just *so* much nicer when people are nice. Gentle reader, please do not make idle threats to people just because they look like they wouldn't fight back, because some day, they just might. 
