Speaking of the muni...

Other things that are unacceptable to do on public transportation (or in general) is to touch strangers. For example: If you happen to be an old Chinese lady and you are sitting down on the train, and I happen to be myself standing in front of you, it is not acceptable for you to reach up and grab my wrist and comment on the size of it. Nor is it ok for you to keep talking rather loudly about how oddly small they are. If I don't know you you should not be touching me or commenting about any of my body parts. Ewww...

Pole Leaners Part 2

On the way home from work tonight, on the super packed Muni, while it was pouring down rain and after I had to switch trains because the first one I was on had a meltdown (did I mention it was pouring?) there was this dumb girl who couldn't seem to get a clue that it's extremely rude to take up the whole pole! I was highly tempted to say something (and when I say "say something" what I really mean is yell something) but I decided it was best not to make a scene and she couldn't hear me anyways because she had her ipod on. I'm starting to think that ipods are not such a good idea after all, maybe they make you ignore the rest of the world too easily. Although, when men are trying to pick up on you or "homeless" people want your money they can be quite handy at blocking them out I will admit. I'm starting to think this is turning into an ipod post, which will just need to wait till later because that's a whole different rant and rave. Don't get me started on the people who come into my work and want my help but they won't take their headphones out of their ears and yet they insist that I must talk louder. The general public is horrifyingly rude, you really have no idea until you work in retail let me just say.

Pole Leaners

Pole leaners. You know the type...

The train's packed in the morning, of course it's running late, and you're barely squeezed in. Then there's Suzy Q, who is at least 5'7" and is of course deep in conversation about this lame party she went to last night, and her lame boyfriend, and probably something else particularly lame. There she is leaning against the pole. You're 5'2" and you're barely tall enough to reach the top hand rail and the fact of the matter is that it's probably too packed for you to even make it over to where it begins anyways. Now I know you're thinking why not just ask her to move over? Seems simple enough, right? But Suzy Q is always too wrapped up in her conversation to notice you, even if you're saying excuse me to her, or your knuckles are digging into her back because you've managed to barely grab onto the bit of pole she's not completely hogging. So there you are stuck, trying not to tumble into others and hearing all about Suzy Q’s lame-o life. I’m sorry Suzy, but I just don’t care.

The moral of this story? Don't be a pole leaner, short people everywhere will hate you.