First, for those who don’t know, the subway system in the Washington, D.C. area is called the Metro and the different lines are named with difference colors. Now on with the rant…
Stupid bitch, I need to explain something to you. Each train car has doors. When the train stops at a station, the doors open. The purpose for this is so passengers can get on and/or off the train. It’s a simple concept and it works really well…until your stupid ass gets on the train.
The train is relatively empty (i.e. everybody can get a seat if they want one). When I get on the train, you are already there sitting in a seat donig whatever it is you do on the train. Everything goes smoothly with the train until the train is pulling into a station THREE FUCKING STOPS BEFORE YOU PLAN ON GETTING OUT. As the train slows, you stand up from your comfortable seat and stand infront of the door. When the door opens, you partially block the opening. But do you move out of people’s way? No, you just continue to stand there.
If you notice, others get up and stand infront of the door as it closes when the train leaves the station one stop before they wish to exit. Do you see how this works? They don’t stand in anybody’s way. Nobody is inconvenienced and they still exit the train quickly. So you dumb fucking bitch, don’t get up and block the doors. It’s not nice. You do this every fucking morning but you don’t seem to get it. You are blocking people and not gaining anything for it. STOP IT
Also, we work for the same agency (but fortunately not in the same building). We have a policy of “business casual” dress. The directive specifically says “Jeans of any color are not acceptable” bussiness casual attire. Further, it says “Sneakers are not acceptable.” So, are you illiterate or just ignorant?
And to get to the required number - fuck[sup]73[/sup]
The train is relatively empty (i.e. everybody can get a seat if they want one). When you get on the train, I am already there sitting in a seat donig whatever it is I do on the train. Everything goes smoothly with the train until the train is pulling into a station THREE FUCKING STOPS BEFORE I PLAN ON GETTING OUT. As the train slows, I stand up from my comfortable seat and stand in front of the door. BECAUSE THERE’S SOME WIERDO WHO KEEPS LOOKING AT ME AND I WANT TO STAND AWAY FROM HIM.
He’s irrational, goes off at a moment’s provocation for the smallest of matters. And he’s following me.
He follows me to work, every morning. He’s even got a job in my agency (but fortunately not in the same building). He takes an unnatural interest in my clothes.
That’s good stuff. Actually, most times when she gets up to stand near the door, she ends up being closer to me than when she is sitting.
As for looking at her, I don’t. As I get on the train, I do a quick look around to see where I can sit. As I do this, I notice her (not hard with her hair color and style and since she always wears the same jacket).
As for me following her, she follows me. I normally pass her on one of the escalators since she stands and I walk. Once on the street, she is following me. And I’ve been with this agency for 11 years so I don’t know who started first.
No no no. I have to run past so she will follow me. Got it?
Actually, no. She enters the train at a station before I get on (which one, I don’t know). She exits the train before me but at the same station. She stands on the escalator but I walk (hey, it’s part of my non-existant exercise routine) so I get to the street before her. The two buildings are on the same street (but blocks apart).
You know, people blocking the doors is obnoxious. Tourists you could understand, but the regulars really, really should know better. But as a Red Line rider for several years, what really, REALLY chapped my ass was the fact that PEOPLE WOULDN’T GIVE UP A HANDICAPPED SEAT WITHOUT BEING COERCED INTO IT!
First I tore up my ankle and was on crutches, and then I had an Achilles tendon rupture and was in a knee-high boot, and then I had foot surgery and was back on crutches. And I can count on the fingers of ONE HAND the number of times somebody actually GOT UP from the seats CLEARLY marked for the disabled or elderly to let me sit down. Usually, I’d have to go stand in the center space, glare nonspecifically at all the young, healthy, able-bodied assholes hogging the seats, and declaim loudly, “I NEED A HANDICAPPED SEAT. NOW!!!”
Without exception, the oldest of the eight people sitting in the handicapped seats (4 seats x 2 people each) would stand up and let me sit down.
We won’t even DISCUSS the man who kicked my heavily bandaged foot not once but THREE times, with me screaming out in pain each time, only to have him repeat it…
Doesn’t anyone teach ANY public transportation manners any more???
They have manners in Boston. Often on the Green Line (their smallest traincars) I’ve seen packed trains with one empty seat, just because everyone thinks there might be someone who needs it more. And several times I’ve seen people volunteer their seats without being asked. It was a cool place; I’m sad I had to leave.