With all due respect, drives should know that trains have one place they will be. If you’re between the crossing gates you should be nervous and uncomfortable; if you can’t see enough space on the other side, stop and wait until it’s safe to cross. Seems easy enough, I suppose, but because of the ‘spike’ in car-train accidents lately they sent out a roving news team to gather some information and tag, I’m it.
Damnit, I knew I should have gone to the San Mateo stop this morning. All signs pointed to it: I was running late and getting to Burlingame was marginal to begin with. Then you worry about what you’re doing with your hands. Is this funny? Does this work? Was I supposed to do this? Am I slouching? I bet I’m slouching. Geez.