Transit can be so fun sometimes: This afternoon, I was standing outside the BART station, waiting for a bus to take me home. To pass the ten to fifteen minutes I needed to wait, I was reading a book. While I stood there reading, this gentlemen, for lack of a better word,sidles up to me and says, "My book is better than yours. It's bigger." He then proceeds to pull a paperback book out of his jacket pocket. The book he then brandished in my direction was, in fact,slightly larger than the book I was reading. Of course, since I don't find myself confronted with such colossal genius on a daily basis, the only response I could summon was, "Great." This seemed to mollify my book-size-obsessed acquaintance, and he went on his way to meet other new people in different parts of the station.