Some of this stuff is simply not your business and you need to avert your eyes if it bothers you.
For example, I have an hour long commute on the subway to work. It is simply none of your business when I wake up in the morning or if I bring a sandwich onto the subway and choke it down so I don’t get dizzy and faint while I’m at work. Stick your nose into the air if you have to.
In fairness to the eating one, what if you get mayo or whatever on someone else’s clothes? My clothes are irreplacable for any amount of money, and I get panicky if anything potentially stain-y comes near me. So that’s about the only thing in the thread that isn’t unreasonable, imo.
Sandwiches don’t always bother me - it’s the stinky food like fast food that I don’t like. Heck, I eat sandwiches on public transit sometimes.
Another thing that bothers me about eating on public transit is when people eat greasy/salty food like chips or French fries, and they get the salt and grease all over their hands, and then touch the bus/subway poles. I even saw a guy licking his fingers after eating chips, and then touching a pole. Of course, with a sandwich, your hands are less likely to get messy.
What the hell are your clothes made of?
Sevencl wears a coat of precious snowflakes.
I may get shit for this but whatever – people who bring their big-ass baby strollers with them when they go clothes shopping, especially during crowded times. Parents, there is just not enough room for that kind of stroller in a store because it blocks the aisles and makes it impossible for other people to get around you, not to mention you and your stroller block about 7 feet of merchandise on a clothing rack. Please be considerate of the other people around you. And don’t get me started on people who bring their big strollers with them when they go shopping in packed stores during the height of Christmas season.
Yesterday I was in a clothing store which puts all of its sales items in a small room, with clothes along the walls and on a rack in the middle, maybe twice the size of a walk-in closet. It’s very tight in there, with room for about 3-4 people maximum to browse around without getting in anyone’s way. Even 2 people can easily step on each other’s toes. I was about to enter the room when I saw that there were already 6 people in there, which is way too crowded for comfort, so I hung back and waited for it to clear out a bit before entering.
Then I watched a woman and her husband, husband pushing a big-ass baby stroller, try to enter that room. Seriously, dude? I literally had to bite my lip to keep myself from confronting the guy in wild-eyed indignation, and blessedly, one of the women already in the room asked him to stand outside with the stroller. I mean, lawd almighty. Could he not see that there was no room for him in there, let alone him plus five extra feet of machinery? What an inconsiderate dumbass.
Also, people who spit in public. Fuck those people, they are beyond vile.
Actually, no. I’m transsexual, one unfortunate symptom of which is being 6’1" and having the shoulders of a rugby playing man. Nothing fixes it; I’ve been anorexic-thin before (starving to pay for hormones) and size 22 is the smallest top or coat I can wear, because of my shoulder width.
Nice things do not come in size 22 very often. Until recently I’d have said “at all”, but I got a good haul last season - Next started going up to 22 and military was “in” - so on the incredibly rare occasion I find a coat or top that doesn’t make me suicidal, I’m very protective of it. I can’t just go out and find a similar replacement on a whim, or even be sure to find anything else I like at all, similar or not.
I couldn’t agree more. It’s disgusting to step in another person’s bodily fluids; and for me, “stepping in it” means “rolling in it” and that more than likely also means getting it all over my hands. Revolting, to say the least.
We went to see a lacrosse game at our local stadium last night, and a couple had their baby SUV in there with them. The concourse is so crowded at times that you can barely walk, and people feel the need to bring their baby in, to a sporting event, in a baby SUV? You can’t just carry the friggin’ kid from your car to your seat? And where did they put the huge stroller while they were watching the game, cause there sure as hell isn’t room for it in the stands, unless they were using a handicapped space, and I’m pretty sure that’s not what they’re there for.
Close. I don’t need a loophole. It is not a handicap stall and I take it if it is available.
Grown men wearing tank tops or t-shirts with the sleeves cut off. Gum-chewing. Ice-chewing. Eating really fast.
You have issues.
Rude? How?
10 thousand times this. Take your fucking backpack off if the train is jammed, you goddamn morons. GAH! I do not want to be bent into a pretzel to fit around your entire wardrobe that you took to the gym this morning when my backpack (admittedly, with my entire wardrobe cause that’s the kind of girl I am) that I took to the gym is sitting on my feet so you don’t have to shove your face in it. Common sense!
I’m with you on the “my balls are the size of grapefruits” leg spread, too. Too bad, I’m sitting in that seat next to you anyway.
These sorts of threads in general can be a good indicator of who takes public transport and who doesn’t, and who lives in a city and who lives in a more rural area.
Mine? Stand to the LEFT on the escalator. Move to the LEFT if you’re a meandering walker.* Let me get by you, for the love of og. I have places to be and although my city is amazing and people love to visit here and stop and look at stuff (and that’s cool, I even still do it sometimes) just get out of the WAY when you do it! I have to get to work! Gah!
The other one? There’s a pole in the centre of the train so you can hang on while ShittyRail drivers try to fling you about like poo in a monkey house, as I’m convinced ShittyRail drivers are trained to do. If you are eight feet tall, do not hang onto the pole in such a way that my face is pressed into your disgusting unwashed armpit. Or even your pleasantly smelling freshly washed armpit, for that matter. Grab the pole lower. Ask me to move, I will, so you can grab it. If you reach over my head to do that you’re a goat-felching dickhead. pantpantpant
*Or right, if you’re in the US but I’m not presently.
Tutting. Tutters. Those who tut.
You know what I mean; that condescending little noise of disapproval made by tongue and palate.
Look you shit, if I’ve managed to transgress your delicate sensibilities in some way, at least have the good grace to actually form some fekkin words to tell me what the bloody hell I’ve done so that I may not offend you again.
But please, don’t make that noise again, or I will end you.
Tsk, tsk
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrggh.
I’m with you, believe me, except what’s your problem with wet hair? I don’t get it.
Look, I live a couple of blocks from the subway. I get up in the morning. I take a shower. I comb my hair. I get dressed. I go to work. My hair isn’t going to be dry by the time I’m on the subway. It isn’t going to be dry by the time I get off the subway, either. Am I supposed to go buy a blow-drier and waste time drying my hair in the morning?
The hair thing is ridiculous.
What isn’t a handicap stall? The stall with an extra-large doorway, handrails, a lowered toilet and more interior space? That stall? :dubious:
See my previously posted Rule. (I don’t know why I’m even taking this bait)