Dear BART,

THANK YOU! I have been trudging over bird feces at the Bayfair station for nearly the past year of my life. For some strange reason you have permitted those incessant pigeons to hole up in the underbelly of the tracks that rest above the pedestrian walkway without recourse. Day in and day out I was forced to make the nerve wracking decision as to whether or not I would place my concentrative efforts on dancing around the fecal-pocked flooring or carefully watching skyward in an attempt to stave off an ambush from above. Nets have been utilized by man thousands of years and why you all failed to sooner perceive the need to reduce the poopy pigeon’s access to their favorite fox holes I will never know. Alas, last week I as presently surprised by the fact that some kind BART serviceman had taken to my personal favorite power tool, a pressure washer, to cleanse the white-caked sidewalks. Though recognizing the freshly washed concrete would likely last but a few hours, I was pleased. To my absolute astonishment, that very same day as I made the reverse journey to my car, I looked heavenward and lo and behold netting had been installed on the underside of the station’s tracks. Take that you dirty pigeons!