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.

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!

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.

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