Of course I get to end the long day with some old foreigners from a small village in Borat's country. The guy next to me has nose hairs so long they almost touch his upper lip. Across from him is a lady whose teeth are so brown it looks like Cracker Jacki without the surprise toy. To top it off they smell like a friggin ash tray that was dragged in a pile of ass. Thank you Lord, Millbrae station is near. Get me out of here.