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.

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.

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.

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.