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Tuesday, 17 December 2013

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Woman is sitting on the skytrain in a seat facing and right next to a door. I am standing in the aisle of the same section of seats, but on the opposite side. I am blocking the path to the door because the standing area around these doors is full. Woman stands up to get off at next stop; turns away from the door she is right next to; walks down the aisle between seats and makes me awkwardly back up into the crowd so she can get to the more crowded door that she was sitting no where near.

That makes total sense to me. I know when I'm sitting on the train near a door, I always try to inconvenience as many people as possible on my way to a different door. Especially to get to a door that's already crowded; after all, there's lots of people there for a reason...maybe they all know that door opens to Narnia.

Thursday, 28 November 2013

Could you speak up? The people on the next train can't hear you.

If you have headphones plugged into your phone so you can listen to music while you ride transit, you should consider taking them out to take a call.

Or you could just do what some lady on the skytrain did today and leave them in and yell into your phone because you can't hear yourself speak. Because I know that I really enjoy listening to a one-sided conversation, from across the train and over the music playing in my own headphones.

Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Taking one for the team

We've all seen them at one time or another: guys on the skytrain or bus taking up more than their share of seats by sitting with their legs so wide apart that I can only assume they are trying to air out an uncomfortable herpes outbreak.
Today, I sat next to one. I got on an Expo Line train that was full to the brim and yet no one dared sit next to him yet. Well, if you think I was letting him get away with that, you have another thing coming. Sure, it was uncomfortable for me, but my personal space bubble has gotten used to being in a perpetual state of discomfort while on transit. Since I'm already uncomfortable, I have made it my mission to make a point that these men cannot have two seats on a crowded train.
Whether the lesson sticks or not, I don't know, but I like to think that for that ride at least, they are as uncomfortable as I am.

Tuesday, 19 November 2013

I wish you could see the texture...

Unfortunately, when you sneakily take pictures of people in terrible outfits on transit with an app I've affectionately dubbed "pervert cam" you can't be picky about quality. But if you could see the texture of this outfit, you'd know that this girl was obviously attacked by a pair of tablecloths. One wrapped itself around her, the other stole her pants and ran.

Friday, 1 November 2013

Pieces of You (Transit Rule #4)

Guy next to me on the skytrain is picking and pulling off the dead calloused skin from his palm. Eww, eww, eww.

Transit Rule #4: If whatever you are doing is going to result in pieces of you being left behind on transit, stop it!

Wednesday, 30 October 2013

I'll give you a hint, the answer is JERK!

A friend and I are walking to the bus stop. We see that the bus is closing its doors, so we start to run. Someone else arrives at the bus doors and the bus driver opens the doors to let him on. This gives my friend and I time to get to the bus before he finishes closing his doors for the second time. The bus driver sees us running to the bus, so we get to the bus and stand outside the door waiting for him to open it.

Naturally, since his bus is half empty and he hasn't started moving yet ... he drives off and leaves us standing at the bus stop. What. The. Heck?!

**insert angry blue streak I yelled at the bus driver as he drove away here**

I'm sorry, is there some type of limit on the number of times you can open your doors at a single stop or are you just a first class jerk?

For those of you experiencing deja-vu right now, I checked, and yes, I did write another post about this exact same thing 3 months ago. Seriously bus drivers? What have I done to you to make you hate the very sight of me?

Missed Connection

To the woman on skytrain this morning,

You were sitting in a seat. I was standing in front of you. The train was full. We were both getting off at production. You stood up and thought it was acceptable to try and shove past me to get off the train first. I used my inner rage to cut you off, retaining my rightful place in the train exiting order.

So whenever you are lady, I want you to know, you missed a connection this morning. It was the connection in your brain that joins common courtesy to skytrain etiquette.

If you have a seat you can freaking well wait your turn to get off the train.

Friday, 25 October 2013

I feel like a broken record...

...but I'm not the broken one! It's all the other people, the ones who don't understand the concept of "move to the back of the bus" (or away from the doors or to the end of the train...pick the applicable description).

Today, I get on the skytrain and there's a cluster of people holding the pole that's right in between the doors. They clearly all know they should move to let people get on more easily, but apparently they just don't want to. So instead of moving away from the doors, they all just shuffle around the pole clockwise. Yup, totally helpful guys.
Then some guy standing near the door gets asked to move (which would be totally acceptable except it was by some woman who wanted the fold down seat right next to the door and she was neither elderly nor disabled). Now sitting woman is in the way and standing dude has moved away from the door and is standing directly in between the first pair of seats. Not only is there more standing room past him, there are empty seats! He's so determined to stand in the way that even after I basically push him out of the way so I can move to the back of the train, he still just stands 2 steps further back, refusing to take the 2 extra steps and sit in a seat.

Tuesday, 22 October 2013

Delays, inappropriate contact and a broken megaphone ...all in a day's commute

When I woke up this morning the first words my mother said to me were "Just so you know, the skytrain is having problems this morning." Thanks, mom. Good morning to you too. Now normally this would actually be good, because if they have problems early, then they can get them fixed before I get to the skytrain. Not this morning.
There's at least 2 announcements before I even board the train. "Attention passengers...we are experiencing major service delays..." There's probably 10 more before I get to transfer at Columbia.
As if spending close to half an hour to go 4 stops on a packed train wasn't enough fun, then we arrive at Columbia. The platform is full. There's a lady with a megaphone giving directions. She clearly did not receive megaphone training. She's either not speaking directly into the megaphone or its broken, because we still can't understand half of what she says. She also thinks that when a train is pulling out of the other side of the tracks is a great time to make an announcement. No really, we can totally hear your mumbled megaphone squawking over the sound of a skytrain gearing up.
After waiting for nearly 10 minutes as 3 or 4 expo line trains pass, we finally get a millennium train! We go one stop and are informed the train is being taken out of service.
Are. You. Kidding?!
Most of us pile off the train. I will never know if the people who stayed on are geniuses or lunatics. When another train arrives we all try to pile back on. I'm literally shoe-horning myself on, cramming myself between some woman and the doors that are trying to close. Seriously, some folks would pay money for the... attention... that woman got from me today. Sorry lady, I was not missing that train.
After all that I was actually only half an hour late for work ...which in my case doesn't actually mean anything anyway, since I can work when I want from where I want. But you know where I can't work from? From pressed up against the backside of some lady on the skytrain!
All in all, a frustrating hour and a half of my life that I will never get back.

Tuesday, 8 October 2013

Do you want to be the pot or the kettle?

I was getting on the skytrain at production station during rush hour today. A whole bus load and then some of people were also getting on an already crowded train. On the train, there was a girl standing right inside the doorway, not moving to the back, making it harder for everyone to get on and move farther inside the train.

Then as the last few people were trying to load, the true magic happened. Doorway girl turned to some guy who had just gotten on and said, "It would be a lot easier for everyone to fit if you took your backpack off."


Seriously?! I had no words. I'm pretty sure I just stared at her with my mouth hanging open. I thought that kind of irony was reserved for TV and movies.

Saturday, 5 October 2013

It's 6:30 somewhere

A couple days ago a girl gets on a bus at 5:45pm on a weekday. She puts her ticket into the fare box. The fare box swallows her invalid ticket.

Bus driver: Did you come from Vancouver?
Girl: Yes.
Bus driver: Well you only paid for one zone.
Girl: But it's not 6.
Bus driver: Do you mean 6:30?
Girl: Isn't it only one zone until 6 o'clock?
Bus driver: That's AFTER 6:30pm. Right now it's regular fare.
Girl: Oh ...
Bus driver: I'll let you on for now, but remember that for next time or you'll get fined.

Yeah, genius ... Translink puts tickets on sale basically all day including rush hour, because in the evening is where they make the real money from fares.

Monday, 30 September 2013

Did you pay for 2 seats?

Because transit is already going so well for me today, I should have seen this coming.

I knew this girl was going to be trouble when she was first on (a soon to be very full) skytrain and didn't move all the way into the train. Then at the next stop, some seats cleared out and she sat in the window seat and I sat next to her. Mistake on my part, as I should have already known she had space entitlement issues.

As the photo shows, I ended up with 3/4 of a seat because she couldn't be bothered to take off her backpack and back her knees up and heaven forbid her legs touch her umbrella!

Being old doesn't exempt you from common courtesy (Transit Rule #3)

I get on the bus and am sitting quite happily in my seat until the last stop on campus. The bus is very full and some old (and likely legally blind) guy gets on. Like a decent human being, I give him my seat. What does he give me? Jack all! Not a thank you or even a smile. Last time I checked, being old and being courteous are not mutually exclusive.

...Which brings me to another transit rule: "If someone gives you their seat, whether or not you 'deserve' it, say thank you!"

I should have stayed in bed

It's never a good sign when you get to the skytrain station and you hear the indistinct mumbling of an announcement over the skytrain PA system before you even hit the platform. All I managed to hear on my way up the escalator was "...trains will be held at or outside stations longer than usual." Never a good sign.

Now I've been on the skytrain for almost half an hour and have traveled two whole stations! There was another announcement that there was a medical emergency at Columbia (which obviously sucks worse for that person, but seriously, that's like the worst station to have a delay). Then to add insult to injury, I'm stuck on a train that's having trouble with its doors. Now that wouldn't be so bad if they were just stuck open or closed or halfway, but no ...they keep trying to close, but they don't stay that way. So we sit at the station listening to the repeated 'ding, ding, ding' of the doors closing then opening, closing then opening, closing then opening ... It's like Chinese water torture. I think the whole skytrain is starting to feel homicidal.

I would ask what else could go wrong, but I don't want to know.

Monday, 23 September 2013

Avert your eyes

Whenever I can hear someone speaking from across the skytrain, it is my natural inclination to try to figure out who is talking. So of course, when we got to a stop today and I hear someone saying, "Enjoy folks. Thanks for coming." and other such greetings one doesn't expect on the skytrain, I had to look to see who it was. Unfortunately in doing so I broke one of my own transit rules: "Don't make eye contact."

When I looked over towards the voice, I found myself eye to eye with self-appointed transit greeting man. Luckily the skytrain was full and we were several people apart, so I could quickly avert my gaze to avoid any unwelcome interaction.

In many situations eye contact is good. On transit, it is bad; eye contact only attracts the crazy. It is all the confirmation they need that you REALLY want to hear what they have to say. In the mind of the crazies, eye contact = let's be bffs. So unless you're craving your daily dose of crazy, just say no to eye contact.

Thursday, 19 September 2013

Keep it out of your pants

One of the few joys of taking transit instead of driving yourself somewhere is the ability be on your phone without threat of a ticket or killing someone. That being said, if you're going to check your phone every 10 seconds while you're sitting next to someone, don't keep putting it back in your pocket!

The guy next to me on the train this morning clearly didn't understand this idea. He was playing some sort of game on his ipod, but had a separate phone that he kept checking. Since his hands were busy with his game though, he kept putting the phone back in his pants pocket, which meant he also kept jabbing me with his elbow. Seriously, dude, is your lap broken? Because you could save us both the trouble and just leave it there.

Wednesday, 11 September 2013

This would be a much better story if the driver had refused to open the doors

If you've ever been to SFU, you know the campus is not all that large. In particular the walk between the 2 main bus stops on campus is about 5 minutes, 10 if you saunter. So it never ceases to amaze me that there are people who take the bus solely for the purpose of getting between these stops.

Today in fact 2 guys thought it would be a good idea to get on a bus around 4:30 at the upper loop (classes get out at 20 past each hour, so this is one of the busiest buses of the day) and get off at the lower loop. Of course, the bus drivers only open the front doors at the lower stop to facilitate pass checking. So here are these 2 guys, pushing helplessly on the back door which refuses to open. Eventually someone (who was not one of those 2 guys) yelled to the driver to get him to open the back doors.

Did they have small children with them? No. Was either of them disabled? No. Were they carrying something large/awkward/heavy? No. So I really hope they accidentally got on the wrong bus, otherwise personally, I think it would have served them right if the driver hadn't opened the doors. This type of lazy should not be encouraged.

Tuesday, 6 August 2013


I don't think I really need to add much to the irate title of this post (yes, those caps are me yelling) other than to say that if it is rush hour and you somehow manage to find yourself standing on the left side of the escalator, you must be a whole new level of dumb and inconsiderate. Seriously, there's a whole crowd of people in front of you illustrating proper escalator etiquette and you still can't figure it out? I would say you must be blind, but I've literally seen blind people do it better.

Friday, 26 July 2013

Don't worry, I didn't need the bus, just the exercise

It's one thing to run for your bus and just not get to the stop in time to get on. It's another thing to run for your bus, make eye contact with the driver, get to the stop in time to stand outside the closed door and still have the bus driver drive off without you.

Don't worry, I wasn't trying to get on the bus...
I was doing interval training...
by the bus loop...
in the blazing sun...
in flip flops...
with a backpack. At least, I can totally see why the bus driver would think that ... Ass. Hole.

Monday, 22 July 2013

Standing is hard 2: So is my elbow

I accidentally clocked a guy in the head with my elbow on the skytrain today. It was actually an accident, not my usual passive-aggressive "accidental" bumping into idiots in my way. Also, clocked may be a bit strong. My elbow and his face certainly made contact; it was hard enough to feel, but not hard enough to hurt. Still, I felt bad ... briefly.

Then I realized how his face ended up in my elbow. I was getting up to leave the train, and so I was putting on my backpack. My elbow naturally swung out a little and that's when I felt his face. I assumed he was also getting off the train and I just hadn't seen him line up behind me. Oops, my bad, right? Wrong! He was literally trying to duck under my arm and practically slide right underneath me into the seat I was vacating.

Seriously...he was so desperate for that seat that he couldn't even wait until I was out of the way, never mind off the train. Plenty of seats were clearing, as many people were getting off at this stop, and he was already ahead of anyone boarding there for seats because he was on the train. That's some serious lazy that would rather take an elbow to the head than stand or even take a 'less desirable' seat.

Gimme a brake

I'm convinced that there are some bus drivers who have never actually ridden a bus before. Particularly those who like to slam on their brakes at every bus stop and red light. Have you never driven this route before? Did the bus stop sneak up on you? Or have you just never heard of gradual deceleration? Maybe that's not something they teach in Bus Driving 101. I guess it's not that important; it's not like any of us are trying to keep our balance and not fall over on these things, right?

Wednesday, 17 July 2013

One for those of you in cars...

A piece of common sense advice which is all too often ignored: if you drive a compact car, sedan, basically anything smaller than a semi, you should avoid cutting off an articulated bus full of people careening down a large hill.

If you don't quite make it and the bus plows into you, it would certainly be uncomfortable, disturbing and inconvenient for those of us on the bus. But let's face it, we're on a vehicle the size of 2 buses and you're in a car; the outcome is going to be so much worse for you.

Friday, 5 July 2013

Neon Ninja

You may have heard it said that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Well, I think this girl must have skipped breakfast and thus her brain wasn't operating at full power when she dressed herself this morning. That's the only explanation I can come up with for why she thought this ninja-inspired footwear was a good choice.

Tuesday, 25 June 2013

Even seniors want to pass you!

To the 3 young able-bodied men walking down the stairs in front of me from the skytrain to the bus stop:
I know that trying to hold a conversation between 3 people while walking down the stairs is logistically difficult. There's always one person behind the other 2; it's hard to hear someone who is speaking away from you; and walking down stairs while looking up them is dangerous. As a result, you end up taking up the whole width of the stairs and moving slower than grandmas and the disabled. So here is my handy hint for trying to hold said conversation... DON'T! Just don't do it. Whatever you're saying, it's not that important. It can wait until you (and all the people stuck behind you) have arrived safely at the level ground that is the stop for the bus that we all might otherwise have missed.

Friday, 14 June 2013

It's normally such a nice bus...

I frequently take the 509 to Walnut Grove to get to Guildford mall, because it makes no stops between Surrey Central and the mall and it's generally a quiet bus with only a few riders. Today, however, it seemed to be a magnet for sob stories.

First some guy tries to get on with a pop and a plate of pizza. The bus driver tells him he can't bring food on the bus. He says, 'Are you kidding me?'; she tells him to read the sign; he storms off angrily.

Then a girl gets on with a monthly pass. She only half shows it to the driver. The driver stops her and asks to see it again. It's only a 2 zone pass ...the OTHER 2 zones. Driver makes her add fare.

Then some guy gets on with a sob story about how he had a ticket earlier in the day. I didn't hear much more than that, but it ended with him dropping money in the farebox.

Then pizza boy comes back. "What if I promise not to eat it? I'll put it in my bag." Bus driver says no, again. "We can't trust you," she says. Pizza boy calls her a f#@*ing b!tch and storms off again.

Finally some teenager comes running up to the bus and asks the driver if she can wait for his friends. She says, "Only if they are right behind you because I'm leaving now." Boy holds on to bus door and leans out the side of bus to yell at friends to hurry. Now boy and his friends are having an unnecessarily loud conversation in the back of my usually quiet bus.

Added bonus! There is construction on the bus's usual route. So we're on a fantastic detour during which we just sat at one light almost as long as it usually takes to get to Guildford.

Good thing it's Friday.

Thursday, 13 June 2013

This is not a conversation piece

What is it about doing work on the bus or skytrain that makes people think you want them to ask you about it? Do you think if I had time for a little chit chat I'd be doing my work on transit? I'll give you a hint: probably not. I'm probably up against some sort of deadline or on a roll with some train of thought and need every second to try to finish my work. So no, I didn't just bring out these papers so you'd have something to ask me about as a conversation starter. In fact, from now on, let's just assume that if I want to start a conversation with you, I'll do something crazy, like say 'hi'.

Wednesday, 12 June 2013

Who's the parent?

Woman gets on the bus with a small child. Small child stands near door at back of bus. Woman sits in seat across from door. Woman says to son, "You should be sitting here." Gentleman next to woman gets up to give seat to child. Woman says, "Oh you don't have to do that; he probably won't listen anyway; he's pretty stubborn."

Wow. Now I may not have kids, but I'm sure my parentally-inclined friends will agree, "probably won't listen" is not an acceptable default state for a child.

Way to put forth an effort at parenting, lady.

Wednesday, 5 June 2013

Keeping it classy (with Transit Rule #1)

Over my headphones and from somewhere behind me on the skytrain, I hear some guy yelling at what I assume was his cellphone. He hangs up and a few seconds later there is this loud repeated banging noise. I look over and see angry yelling man doing what looks like kicking the skytrain door. Way to throw a tantrum, loser.

Then some guy from a few seats over says what we're all thinking, "Hey man, can you shut the f*#@ up?". I'm thinking to myself, "Oh no, this could end badly." Luckily some other guy distracted angry man by striking up a conversation.

That's one of those skytrain situations that can escalate quickly and leads to one of my rules for riding transit: "Always have an exit strategy."

Standing is hard

You'd think a bunch of university-aged students, who probably all just got off the skytrain anyway, would have the stamina to stand for a 15 minute bus ride. Well, you'd be wrong, as evidenced this morning by a bunch of lazy bus riders who saw that there were no seats left on the bus and decided not to get on. The lineup formed outside the bus doors of course prompts the bus driver to shut the doors and pull away just as I'm about to get on.

Thanks, guys. I miss a perfectly good bus because you're all too lazy to stand. Except that you're now all standing in line waiting for a bus; so apparently you're lazy and dumb ... I'd quit university now if I were you guys.

Friday, 24 May 2013

By all means, you go first

You know what I love? When the skytrain is crowded and I step off to let people out instead of just crowding the doorway like an inconsiderate jerk. Then someone waiting on the platform, who could see me get off the train and step to the side just to let people off, decides to cut in front of me to get on the train.

By all means, you go ahead; I actually am just standing here by the train with the sole purpose of making sure the door doesn't close on you. I didn't actually want to get back on or anything.

Wednesday, 22 May 2013

Can somebody breathe on my phone?

Very rarely does anybody say anything on the bus worth repeating for any reason other than mocking them mercilessly. Yesterday however, I was riding the bus with 5 dorks who between marginally mockable, but not blog-worthy conversation topics suggested having a breathalyzer for phones. Now there's an app you could charge big bucks for and save many people from many a drunk text.

I also have to admit that my usual poker-face for eavesdropping nearly broke as one guy acted out himself drunk, wondering why he couldn't get his phone unlocked and eventually holding it out to a friend saying, "Could you blow on my phone?"

They went on to discuss a myriad of other ways one can get in trouble while drunk. This naturally led to someone suggesting breathalyzer locked wallets. Of course, lest this blog post lead you to believe there may still be hope for bus riders, I leave you with a follow up statement by one of the 5 amigos':
"I can get so drunk that I can't spell my own name, but I can always remember my pin number. And my name is J.R. ..."

As an added bonus, J.R. has one of the worst laughs I've ever heard. I thought it was fake at first, but he definitely laughed way too many times to be faking it. I managed to catch a recording of him on my phone. It took several attempts to get this video into a format that would upload. Sorry if it's a bit hard to hear. Enjoy!

Thursday, 16 May 2013

I'll have a large BO with extra cheese

I'm on the bus, feeling pretty pleased that there is an empty seat next to me, when at the last minute some guy gets on and sits next to me. The first thing that greets me is the overwhelming stench of his BO. Then I see he's got a box of pizza with him. And that's when I realize ... for the next 20 minutes of my life I'll be stuck enduring the smell symphony from hell that is alternating wafts of pizza and BO.

Monday, 13 May 2013

Travelling with a herd

You know what sounds like a good plan? Take a group of teens on the skytrain at the start of rush hour. Get off at the busiest station in Surrey. Stand in a circle in front of the skytrain doors. Make sure you spread out enough to block the whole side of the platform with the unloading train. Yeah...I didn't see how that plan could possibly have gone wrong either.

Wednesday, 8 May 2013

Could you keep moving please?

I get to production station this morning, along with the hoard of other people getting off the skytrain, since school is back in session for the summer semester. There's a bus already at the stop with only the back two doors open. So most people, myself included, load through the middle door, then move to the front or back. Easy, right? Well as I've already observed many a time, there's always some self-centered idiot who stands just far enough into the bus that he's not "blocking the door", but you can't actually get past him to the rest of the bus. 

Today that guy was standing right between the seats just in front of the middle door, blocking an empty front of the bus. Neither he nor the guy behind him seem to see any problem with this. I, however, see the people behind me still trying to get on with the back of the bus mostly full. So I put on angry teacher voice and say, "Could you keep moving, please." The please may suggest politeness, but the tone, as several of my former students could attest, suggests 'do what I say before I attack you with office supplies'.

Thursday, 25 April 2013

My knees are tough, but my ankles might get cold

Apparently this girl woke up this morning and thought, "It's a bit chilly this morning, but it's supposed to be warm this afternoon; layering is hard, so I guess I'll just wear one article of winter clothing and one of summer clothing and hope it all averages out." Because that's exactly how clothing works ...

Tuesday, 23 April 2013

Next Time Just Pack a Snack

You know what is entirely unnecessary on the bus? Some trashy-looking dude sitting with his arm around his girlfriend, practically grabbing her boob, and then trying to nibble (actually more like chow down) on her ear.

Even she wasn't having any of it. Get the hint dude ... everyone thinks you're gross, even your girlfriend.

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Do you have a pass?

The 145 bus driver asked me this today as I got on the bus. So I pull out my pass and show it to him and refrain from sniping, "Of course I do," without actually showing my pass. 

Now, of course, it is completely his right to ask to see my pass, and I always show it on every other bus I ride. What makes me so irate when I get asked on the 145 is the lack of consistency. Probably 95% of drivers never ask to see your pass and some even wave you off if you stop to show it, so now we're all conditioned to get on the bus without showing a pass. After all, since 90% of the people taking the bus at SFU are students who get a upass, you're hardly gonna catch any fare evaders; it's more likely you'll catch some poor student who's paid for the right to ride transit, but forgot their pass at home that day. But of course, there's always that one driver who decides he's gonna be bus nazi for the day and looks at you like you're some sort of deliquent for not showing your pass. Yeah, I'm the bad guy for not anticipating your power trip today.

You can't always stand where you want

It's exam time. The bus to SFU is less crowded than usual and you'll probably get a seat, or at least have your choice of prime standing locations.

The bus is by no means empty though. This means if you're near the front of the line to get on, usual bus etiquette applies. Move to the back, pick a seat, sit down and keep the heck out of the way of people trying to get on. It's not rocket science, which is why it astounds me when people still get on the bus, decide they want to stand in their favorite spot and then refuse to move. 

This morning, the standing spot of choice was right by the middle door, where not 1, not 2, but 3 people were huddled while people were still trying to get on through that door. The bus is not anywhere near full; there are still seats available; even if you are getting off at the first stop (which these people did not do), you could have sat down out of the way and not gotten trapped behind a hoard of people. So why are you crowded around the door like you are going to jump from the bus at the first sign of danger?

As an added bonus, when people are huddled by that door and others are still coming on through it, no one getting on the front door (read: ME!) can get past, and you end up with 60% of the people crammed into the front third of the bus, while the back still has empty seats.

Transit Lesson #1: If you want to stand near a door, get on last. 

Sunday, 7 April 2013

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Why Blog?

I ride transit to school regularly, and have for 9 years now. Long story short: people do stupid things on transit and I like to complain about it. I'd love to yell at people to their faces, but you never know what kind of crazies are on transit, and I don't want to get knifed to death on the skytrain. So instead, I took to posting the dumb things I saw to my facebook profile.

For statuses that are basically me complaining about other people, my transit updates seem quite popular among my facebook friends. My real life friends also frequently tell me how much they look forward to my transit rants and that I should write a book or blog about my experiences. Add to that the fact that some of my statuses were getting so long that I discovered my facebook app had a status character limit and here I am.

What you should know about this blog:

  • I don't just complain about theoretical annoyances. Anything I post has happened or is happening to or around me on transit. 
  • You will probably read about the same pet peeve over and over again in different guises. This is because people do the same dumb things over and over again. 
  • I may write a post complaining about something you do or have done on transit. I'm just gonna go ahead and say #sorrynotsorry right now. I'm sure I've annoyed my fellow transit riders on occasion too. We all have different opinions about what we find irritating; this is mine.  

I look forward to sharing the worst parts of my commute with you all!