On the way home I consented to answer a survey for a VTA employee. He must normally work at the natural gas recharging station or something, because he was woefully ignorant of the buses: he had left his bag unattended on a seat, so strictly speaking I should have informed the driver of a potential bomb, and when I agreed to answer his questions he clearly didn't know the route (of the 22, far and away the most heavily used bus because it's the only one that runs frequently and reliably enough to be useful to many people. And doubles as the homeless hostel on wheels). He also had trouble with the concept that I caught a bus at 7 am from work, but I expected that. The VTA as a whole is clueless about how their services are used; instead of surveys, they need to ask their drivers. I declined to answer any personal questions, but at one point he asked me whether I was Hispanic (he was, judging by his accent), and when I said no, asked me "What are you?" I said "I self-identify as white", but of course only thought after I got off the bus - I should have said Declared.