I was good this morning and took the train I should have to get to work a little early. I was all nice and comfy in the last seat in the car (after a weird indecisive staredown with the person coming from the other door).
Apparently, the gods of BART thought things were going too well. The train stopped and wouldn't get going again right outside MacArthur. The next train along was a Montgomery train, the one I usually take, but since I go past there anyway I opted for the SFO train 2 min behind it.
I'm thinking it's an early coffee day today.