How do I love thee. Let me count the ways:
1) EVERYONE does not care or need to know who or what you did last night. Keep your conversations to a DULL ROAR please.
2)The passenger who decides their bag needs their own seat on a crowded bus.
3.)Go Time… really don’t even get me started there.
4.)The Mom with the stroller on a crowded bus who refuses to fold that shit up. Before you start, I am a mother and back in the days of my kids being in strollers we were REQUIRED to fold it up.
5.)The passenger who thinks PERSONAL GROOMING is acceptable behaviour!
Most days I find my mode of public transportation quite entertaining and enjoyable. I smile at the people across from me, I give my seat up for the elderly or preggers, it’s just a few little things that really grind my gears… the above mentioned are the top of that list! —JustJenn
This article appears in Jan 27 – Feb 2, 2011.
#5, could be the dreaded public nail clipper striking again
There’s a pretty little thing I see on the 72 in the mornings who does a damned good job of applying her makeup with an almost zen-like precision on the rolling roach-coach. Surreptitiously watching her is preferable to staring at the proletarian hell that is Burnside.
Personal grooming, why does it matter if it’s done on the bus or at home?
Is it like eating meat where you want the end product but rarely want to see how it got to your plate?
During my time in college and high school I was made to feel very weird if I were to apply deoderent in front of others. We had this Asian man that would do push-ups between classes because he was to busy to go to the gym after work. I’m assuming there is a different mindset outside of NorthAmerica. Why are there special locations to do specific things? What’s so gross about what people do at home that they can’t do it in public?
Tell me what bus you’re on and I’ll change my Always in front of you lol! 😀
Yeah, and I’ll whip off my Depends and run up and down the aisle like Stewie, yelling “Help, Help. I’ve escaped from Kevin Spacey’s basement”
Rosie: Is it cold in here Ivan?
Ivan: Nope, just really small.
I usually ignore everyone as much as possible…
and know not to rely heavily on go-time..
so my only issue is #1 really.
and yesterday these kids were testing my patience.
Letting your child holler and scream and make stupid train whistle noises at full volume for minutes straight before telling them to quiet down …. that’s just painful.
You know it’s bad when the guy at the other end of the bus with earphones on is cringing…
lol….the bus bitches return. Metro Transit should do a survey about what are the most common complaints. But wait, they can’t be bothered for $2.25 per person.
And here I thought the post was about sebastian’s SUV.
now that was funny
Go time is the devil !!!!!!!
but as for mothers with strollers…sometimes when you have a squirming youngster with you, it IS easier to just keep them strapped in that thing.
take the personal grooming crap off the list and replace it with…
“little old becaned ladies who have to stand up because fat, spotty teenagers don’t have the energy to haul their massive asses into a standing position for five minutes”
… and i’ll agree with you.
eleanor rigby comes to mind,”all the lovery people”.
If you are gonna quote a Beatles song, get it right its “lonely people”
and rosie dahling, i can always be depended to lend you a hand or 5.
guide, i adapted it to suit the bitch. and rosie honey babe, i can give you a hand anytime too.
Appropo to nothing, I remember being on the #4 one time and this young woman getting on with two kids under three. She got on, handed me the younger one then got the other one on with the stroller (one of those acceptable small ones that fold up rather nicely). She took the kid out and folded up the stroller and stashed it under the seat, nice and out of the way. I held her other kid until it was time for her to leave. Very surreal, but it worked. I just couldn’t believe that she was willing to have a perfect stranger hold one of her kids! And I’m not a kid person. I didn’t even like myself when I was 2. We spent the entire ride chatting about how she had never seen snow before, so I just chalked it up to things being done differently in another country and filed it under ‘odd things that happen to The Black Rose’.
lol – nice story Rosie 🙂 Makes me think of Europe, the gypsies will dump a baby into your arms to distract you while you’re being pick-pocketed (for real).
I know Hugo, witnessed THAT first hand in Paris… this woman was all nice and trusting. The other people on the bus thought it was a hoot. She was smart… I would be the LAST person in the world to steal someone’s kid.
Mr. Zelner:
If I, in any way, implied that I wanted to buy your baby, I am sorry.
Last week, when I asked you when your due date was, I certainly did not mean that I felt that I was due your baby.
Yeah, I want to be very clear that I understand that it’s your baby, and that it’s not mine to purchase.