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I get it you are tired...but really!

This guy thinks it is ok the sleep on the head rest of the person in front of him...me! Which I find wrong in so many ways. First of all he is leaning so far forward that no one could possibly sit there without having him breathe down their back. Secondly. When I did move to give someone a seat, he put his head back down and pulled on my hair while doing it. Lastly, it is plan rude and feels like your head is on my shoulder and you are not even cute.

American Idol night on the train?

Ok where are the cameras? Who are these people? First a guitar player doing a horrible rendition of a Santana song and now there is a chick on here singing at the top of her lungs to some song on her iPod. Wish I could attach the video I took. Must be a full moon the crazies are out.

Electric shock???

Some days when I'm riding the train the is a person that stand in between the doors so they can't close. Even when the metro operator say please release the doors they don't. I am not talking about the people who run through the doors trying to catch the train. But those people who just hold the doors for countless others who are walking casually like the train is waiting on them. So I think that the operator should be able to push a button and send a nice electric shock into the door holders. Just a thought.

The Week Magazine taught me this

The first step in confronting a problem, I'm told, is to admit you have one.  So let's go on with it: I suffer from Pedestrian Aggressiveness Syndrome.  LOL this was a statement made by the editor William Falk.  Funny thing is I suffer from the same problem!  People with PAS walk on crowded city sidewalks in very brisk and directed manner, and have zero patience for those who dawdle or, worse yet, stop short to read or respond to a text.  When they do impede our progress, we dodge among the dawdlers like a halfbacks, muttering insults and fantasizing about violence. This last part is not me, no violence, but the muttering. LOL.  At times, we even display "a mean face" as we rush past.  So true, shame on me...or wait and you guys too!  I know there are some of you out there that do the same thing.

One is never cured of PAS, of course one can only enter into a process of continuing recovery.  In that spirit, it might help us if the dawdlers, fellow pedestrians, followed some simple common sense rules.

1. Please note the sidewalks are like highways, and they have lanes.  Ok maybe they are not marked by while lines,m but there are lanes nonetheless.
2. Do not drift across the sidewalk without checking over your shoulder.  Your are very likely in my way.  
3. Do not stop short, like a car suddenly braking in traffic, every time some pointless text or tweet or call pings your phone.  Pull over to the side. Or something awful might happen.

I might even display my "mean face" and we both don;t want that to happen do we?

I thought this was funny and quite fitting for the blog and we do this on trains too.  LOL

Are your eyes broken?

I am guessing they are because there is a sign right in front of you that says "No Loud Music". Maybe you are one of those people that think the rules don't apply to you. You are above it all. Wow, I love myself but I know I am no better than everyone else. The worst part about it is your music is very offensive. There are children on this train and they don't need to hear that stuff.

Oh look you turned of your music, did you know you were being written about? Thank you for the peace and quiet. By the way if you music wasn't so loud and obnoxious I wouldn't have minded. Nor would i have written about you.

Fake Reporter

So today I had the urge to be a fake reporter.  The whole train was packed like sardines and people were standing all over the place.  There was this one lady sitting all by herself in one chair and her purse was getting a nice ride in the chair next to her.  Here is what I wanted to do, yes I had this whole conversation in my head this morning.

"Hi, I'm writing a story about the Metro where I will be talking about the people, the schedules and all the strange and wonderful things we see daily.  Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?  No, great.  So my first question is do you take the train daily?  Ok great.  So tell me do you purchase one or two tickets every day? Oh really only one, hmm.  So my final question is then if you only buy one ticket everyday how come you feel like you deserve to take 2 seats daily while 10-20 other people are standing the whole time?  Yes, I am serious.  No I am not actually writing an article I just wanted to meet someone who felt like they were better than other people and deserved to have to seat. Thanks and have a good day."