That made for a less stylish protest than I had expected.
Whatever the tactics, the protest managed to shut down Embarcadero Station (along with several others). So I had to make my way to the Transbay terminal, where lines were long and buses were short.
As I was waiting in line for a Berkeley-bound bus, the guy next to me opened a gigantic bag of sour-cream potato chips. I guess we all knew it was going to be a while.
He didn't share.