Caltrain Snack Train
You know who you are.
I am underwhelmed by your dedicated courtesy-ness.
Thanks for the wondrous treat which greeted me as I boarded car 1 (just behind the engine) of Train 134 this morning just before 9:00.
Who do you think cleaned up your messy-mess?
Hey it wasn’t me, CopperJet. That looks like Starbucks and I’m a slave to last-minute Caltrain Station coffee.
*See this debate about the definition of a Caltrain pimp seat.