I've seen some crazy things on BART. But, never have I ever, let me repeat that, never have I ever, seen a mime on BART at 10 in the morning. He was waiting for the train, just like the rest of us. Whereas we were all wearing our winter coats and huddling our arms together, the "Mime" was spinning his cain around. His face was painted white, his lips red, I'm sure we were all wondering where he was going. I got off before him. Perhaps, the city?