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?

Transit Stories – New Ghetto Blaster

Just had the pleasure of riding the subway with a double offender.  The first offense is one that we see all the time, feet on the seat.  Don’t know what I can even say about this one, other than IT’S NOT YOUR LIVING ROOM!  Feet off.  Especially on a rainy or snowy day when your feet are wet.  Sorry to sound like your mother, but come on.

The second offense is one that I’m noticing more and more these days.  And it’s probably one that was a problem in the 80s with ghetto blasters (does everyone know what I mean?  See the image below if you can’t picture it or have blocked the 80s from memory) before Walkman’s or iPods, but why today.  What is it you ask?  It’s those people that seem to need to listen to their music through their phones or iPods without the earphones plugged in.  Now explain to me, in what world do you think that “I” want to listen to your crap music (and it usually is)?  Even if it’s good music (rarely), it’s your music not mine.  So I guess the same applies as to the feet on the seat issue, IT’S NOT YOUR LIVING ROOM.  I ask then, put a plug in it.  An ear bud plug in that little hole that’s just begging to be plugged up.  PLEASE!

Plus, older people get on the train, look at me with my iPod on and earphones in and assume that it’s my music that is pounding through the earphones.  It’s not me, it’s YOU!

So put a plug in it!  Thank you!

Ghetto Blaster

Transit Stories – Triple Threat and Wide Open

Now I don’t want this to be a rant about transit, but more of an observation of the events and characters on transit.  I spend a lot of time riding the better way and see so many things.  So, why not start observing them in a series of blogs.  Here’s the first.

Recently, I haven’t had to take transit during rush hour, but this morning was different.  I had the honour of taking all three subway lines, so got to observe the world in various sections of the city.  My first observation was what I’ll call, The Triple Threat.  What do I mean by that?  Well, we all know the double threat.  That person who takes up two seats.  This is fairly normal.  Rude, but normal.  I never understand why your bag or, the worst, your wet umbrella needs it’s own seat.  The latter is always nice because it leaves a special surprise for the next lucky customer.  A nice wet bum!

Since you now understand what the double threat is, you can figure out what the triple threat is.  Yes, there was a lady this morning, during rush hour (I’ll give her that the car wasn’t that full) who sat right in the middle of a three seater and proceeded to put one of her ratty bags on the seat to her left and then another ratty, gross bag on the seat to her right.   She sat there for the entire ride like she was completely entitled to all those 3 seats.  Keep thinking that way sweetie.  And by the way, your not fooling anyone with your “Holts” bag for your lunch, we don’t believe it.

My other encounter was a bit more personal than just an observation.  On my way home just near the end of morning rush hour, the train was still full.  When I got on, there were not a lot of seats so I decided to share a two seater with a man.  Seemed like a reasonable decision.  Sadly, this man is one of the many that I will now reference as “Wide Open”.  I think you can figure out what this means.  In case you can’t, he’s that guy who can’t even attempt to put this legs together or even just a little closer together.  Now the 2 seaters are tough with the pole on the one side and the wall on the other, but once you get passed that pole it should be okay.  Let me also state a fact that my ass is not huge and doesn’t take up more than one seat.  In this situation, I couldn’t even get my butt passed the pole and therefore had to sit on the edge of the seat.  Which I must say is annoying for both parties.  With all of this, he never attempted to close his legs in the least.  Who knows, maybe he is so well endowed that it’s just not possible.  That might be more in his head, than where it counts.

Finally, another seat opened up and I moved.  He stared me down like I had done something terribly wrong to him.  Then another lady (with a smaller butt) got on and took that seat.  Wow, did she ever look uncomfortable until he finally got up to get off.

Everyday, there is a story to share about transit observations.  I won’t bore you with all of them, but every once in a while I will share some good ones.  There are characters out there riding transit and events that happen only on transit that we all understand or have experienced.

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