He cracked a smile...

I know. Real mature, Esther...but, man! This photo made me chuckle all the way home (heehee!). My brother called me Harriet the Spy, but I think I'm doing all of us a service by recording this fun moment for future generations to come.

The story is this: While these young hipster guys were distracted by the policemen talking to some BART passengers, I sidled over to the cement block they were sitting on and snapped a picture. I slid away, completely unnoticed, like a pale, amused ninja. I felt so sneaky!

I told myself that I needed to keep my mischievous side under firm reigns, in the future. -But as long as no one gets hurt...