Inspired by a somewhat obscure basketball term “ball don’t lie” made most famous by Sir Rasheed Wallace. “Ball don’t lie” is based on the principle that the ball knows the truth. If find yourself at the free throw line on the back of a bullshit foul call the ball will expose your lies in the form of a big fat brick.
Similarly, BART is an all powerful equalizer.
Cut in line? The fat guy who smells like feet and has a Pigpen-like cloud of Cheeto dust surrounding him will sit next to you.
Don’t give up your cushy seat to the pregnant lady that you’re avoiding eye contact with as hard as you possibly can? Someone (possibly me) will spill their coffee on you.
Fail to move deeper into the train car and just hover near the door of a ridiculously crowded train thus gumming up the works for EVERYONE ELSE? You better believe the hacking, coughing, phlegm factory is going to get all up in your personal space.
BART don’t lie folks. Don’t tempt the almighty transit gods. They exist for the sole purpose of fucking with the non-believers.