(Side note: I swear I'm not trying to generalize, or stereotype people, It just kind of happens.)
People always ask me to borrow my cell phone at Concord station. The first time it was this intimidating Black dude and I wanted to say: "Uh. Your not going to run away with it right?" But instead I said, "Is it local?"
"Yea"
"Fine"
Very begrudgingly, I think he could tell I didn't want him to use my cell. Its not that I've got no hope for humanity, I just think people are fucked up, and I wasn't going to let anyone put me in an awkward situation. Then I heard him say "Ma, hey, could you pick me up from BART? Ok."
The next time it was this kind of on-the-verge-of-looking-homeless-lady. I figured since the last time the guy didn't do anything terrible that she wouldn't either. Her conversation went as: "Where are you? Is someone going to pick up? I'm at BART! CONCORD BART! Is someone gonna get me or what?"
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And thus paranoia kicks in.
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