Over
two weeks ago, on the ramp that goes from Diridon Station to the
light-rail platform there were four putrid droppings of vomit.
Fortunately they were close to the outside wall. When I first saw them in the morning going to work, I
really did a tip toe dance walking through them. I don't know how I didn't plow strait into them. I am sure my shoes didn't escape totally, but I wasn't going to check. I almost contributed to the vomitous piles, but managed to stay my gag reflexes. A few days before
there had been another such pile in the walkway over the light-rail tracks at
the same station. Such things happen of course. It appeared someone
drank too much, or did too much something to make themselves sick.
The
odd thing about these messes is that no one has ever cleaned them up
other than Mother Nature. I still cannot tell you how long it takes for
mother nature to totally clean up such a mess, because there are still
signs of the vomit. Yesterday there was a sprinkle, and I thought maybe
it was enough to clean it all up, but you could still see them this
morning, and I almost walked into them again. The vomit is all dry now, and the really moist
mess is gone, but still just the residual stuff is bad enough. I saw
the VTA staff cleaning yesterday, but they didn’t clean the ramp, just
the platforms. SO it takes over two weeks for Mother Nature to clean a
pile of vomit. I guess a VTA worker could have done it in a few
minutes, but who wants to clean up that astuff.
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