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I sometimes park my car near 24th and Telegraph in Oakland's edgey boho district. It seems there is an unusually high level of pidgeon poop on my car whenever I park around here. In fact there's pidgeon shit all over the place! I noticed that there seems to always be a pile of bread crumbs and some water dishes on the sidewalk across the street from The Telegraph condos.

Who would perpetuate and encourage these 'rats with wings'? There's already so much garbage in the 'hood the last thing we need is pidgeon feces all over the place.

Well my answer came the other morning when I saw this person caught in the act of feeding the little buggers. Why in hell do people do this? Do they really need little animal friends that badly? I'm thinking it would be an interesting experiment to breed cockroaches near your house! They can be trained to do tricks and they keep me company! OK, this Professor is getting a little sarcastic. But to see the citizens of this struggling area (there's a nearby Seniors home) have to walk though the filth produced by this persons actions makes this patron of civility shake his head.

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It seems more and more sleepy-heads are found snoozing on BART during the morning commute. Are these people really on such a long ride they can't stay away and need to take up the entire seat (almost always the rear seat of the train). Most commuters are to pussy-assed to wake one of these snoozers up in order to share the seat, even on a packed car!

I find it fun to give them a poke and request my right to the seat. I wonder if these folks in the Land of Nod are really just using the train to hangout. Prof. Curtains is reasonable and can understand snoozing a bit on a long commute but sacking and taking up an entire seat like you're in a sleeping car is so gauche!

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Often, this editor is coming home from an evening of burning the late night oil at the office. Taking BART, the public transit 'train' of the Bay Area, one must experience many forms of poor etiquette from those who are socially deficient.

Tonight I will deify my first BART 'tard du Jour! This may become a regular ritual here at Chauvi's, as we are returning the favor and recording for posterity these noodniks. To our readers who chosen the path of the Superior Life, let us all roll our eyes and maybe wish there were fewer of these loseurs on this beautiful planet.

This winner, is a woman riding the east bound train into Oakland from SF on Tuesday, April 4th around 11:25PM. After gabbing on their fabulous walkie-talkie style cell phone until they lost signal in the Oakland downtown tunnel, she proceeded to entertain herself and the entire train to a repetitive, distorted video game soundtrack. That the phone was turned up to full volume, while the train was silently parked at the 12th station taking on new passengers, made it the focus of all the tired commuters attention.

Congratulations, Ms. Cell Phone Gamer, you are our Inaugural Winner!

Let this be a warning that you, the annoying and culturally lacking will soon be filling our pages with mucho material!

If you have a submission, please send your photos and comments!

- B. F. Curtains

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