Transit Stories – Oblivious or Entitled (with a little dampness)

Oh transit.  Thank you for giving me so much material.

Today was another great day for watching people on the streetcar.

Let me first share a bonus story thanks to rain and open streetcar windows.  It rained so hard last night and typically when the streetcars go into the depot at night it doesn’t seem to be a normal practice to go through and close the windows.   My question is, would it really kill someone to go through and close all the windows?  It’s after these nice downpours that the fabric covered seats (not the best choice) on the streetcars are nice and damp, if not soaked.  I’ve learned my lesson from various other incidents, and I feel the seat before you sit on it, no matter if there was rain or not.  Sometimes other forms of dampness find their way to seats.  If you know what I mean.  And then once you know a seat is damp, you feel that it’s your duty (or at least I do) to tell people about the dampness before they sit.  But during rush hour you can only save so many people from having damp and smelly bottoms.

However, my observation today is about Mr or Miss Oblivious.  Today that role was filled by a young lady in red shoes who seated herself on one of the single seats right beside the accordion joint facing into the long streetcars.  She decided that she need to sit cross legged in that seat and therefore stretching her crossed leg more than half way across the path to the back of the streetcar.  As the car got busier and busier and people made their way to the back, they had to maneuver around her stretched out leg with the red shoe.  She didn’t make any attempt to move her foot or change the way she was sitting to make things a bit easier for all the people trying to get by.  And it was rush hour.  Lots of people.

The funny thing for me from where I was sitting, as I continued to try and warn others of potential dampness, was the facial expressions of the people that tried to move around her foot.  Lots of eye rolling, looking back and shooting a dirty look, and exaggerated maneuvers.  But still nothing.  Made me wonder, was she oblivious or felt entitled?  I usually assume the latter.

I’m sure we’ve all been witness to behaviour like this.

What do you think?  Oblivious or Entitled?