Public Transit Etiquette. (Or lack thereof.)

You know what really bothers me though? Is when there are a bunch of students sitting up near the front and any middle aged, or elderly person has to look around for a place to sit down. I hate seeing someone ask for a seat, or stand around when clearly they deserve a seat, it's so disrespectful.

There are 2 hospitals just off campus and especially at the beginning of the school year, everyone forgets that some nurses and patients require a seat.

 

finders keepers losers weepers

the early bird catches the worm

 

*kicks you in the shins* Woops. I thought your shins was a soccer ball.

 

ouch
I was just kidding

 

Yesterday I sat opposite a middle-aged guy who was wearing a suit. First of all I could smell alcohol on his breath. This was 8.30am. Then whilst reading his newspaper he put his finger in his ear and then put the same finger in his mouth. URGHH! It was disgusting, I nearly moved carriages. He also looked like an old perv too.

 

So was I.

 

oh :Angel_anim:

 

The only public transit I can possibly stand is the TTC subway. Bus drivers, at least in the burbs...are fat angry bitches. I feel you, Alli. Bus drivers refuse to stop if theyre already moving, and wait for me. several times, pass right by me when I was waiting at the stop.

Biggest pet peeve: people listening to their shitty music so loud I have to listen to it too.

I refuse to take the bus in the burbs if possible. Id rather burn gas.

 

Meh, LTC, no surprise...people suck.


Although, I can't imagine why the bus driver would drive away on you like that, every time I see someone running to catch the bus, the driver usually stops and waits or something...bizarre. But the thing about people giving up their seats is true, it's ridiculous.

 

I'm the one that looks over your shoulders to read your newspapers.
I'm sorry, I cant help it.

:leaving:

 

Most bus drivers round here are nonresponsive.
Its kinda weird..
Cept for this one guy, who let me get a ticket, even though I was 30p short.
And for that, I thank him.
Still it was ages ago.

Most other bus drivers suck.

 

permanent scar? i wanna see

 

I could take a picture for you but it's not very visible, because it's perfectly in the crease where the left half of my nose touches my cheek

 

ahhh...disappointment.

 

We don't have public transportation here, so I have yet to have a story.

 

how do you get around with a drivers license?

 

How is this for creepy?

Before getting on the bus, I was waiting at the mall for it.

Some random dude comes by and starts talking to me.

He is from Northern Maine and is in Portland just visiting me. He asks me what I am doing, etc.

Here are the next few questions, all sort of vague by with obvious hints (in no particular order). Do you ever take rides? Where do you live? Do you ever invite people up? Who do you invite up? You invite guys up? Do you mess around with drugs? Do you ever mess around with anyone?

Questions like that in a low weird tone. He looks around than leaves.

Than on the bus how about this weirdo...dressed in army fatigues. He was like a stupid insane Hannibal Lector or something, for lack of a better person to compare him with. The vibes he sent through the bus were TERRIBLE! I was paralyzed with fear, because this was a guy who could snap at any minute.

But let me tell you the story to the best of my recollection:

I got on the bus only to hear this guy mumbling to himself and perhaps me.

"Pull the string, pull the string" (the one you pull to signal a stop) while the bus was still parked at the mall and on its usual five minute stop waiting for shoppers and employees to get out. He said it a few more times, "Pull the string"

He proceeded to mumble to himself, read the bible out loud (revelations) and mumble about the annoying radio. All of a sudden he said "If I had a knife, boy, haha, *makes a jabbing knife motion* "Get to work" *makes stab motion "haha, that would get you working again" he says to himself. Reads more doom and gloom bible.

The bus driver, in a nice way, told him to shut up and stop reading the bible out loud because it was a distraction. So he put the bible away. He heard a couple talking in the back, so he picks up his plastic bag and sits next to the guy and says "No talking! if I can't talk no one can!"

He proceed to talk to people around him. Than he asks how much longer till the airport and is told five more minutes.

Notices a boy is getting off at airport.

Weirdo: "You gettin off here too?"
Boy: "Yah"
W: You work at the airport?
B: No, the car shop across from the airport"
W: I use to work on planes in the military, you ever see one of those things explode?
(mentions something about a bomb)

When he got off with his plastic bag everyone sighed with relief, "Boy was he CREEPY one lady said.

It was so tense and stressful, this story can't even begin to explain it...so many weird things this guy did and said.

Two creeps in a small time frame. And I won't even get into the preaching black women or the recovering cocaine war pilot I ran into later that night on the streets...ugggh, crazy day or something.

But the guy on the bus took the cake for creepy, insane could snap at any moment psycho...yikes.

 

oh man, creepy guys like that are awesome

 

I've got about 2 dozen stories like that. busses are full of weirdos.

 

Yah, haha...Fitzy, creeps are cool for the most part because you can make fun of them for being kind of pathetic. Like the first one was obviously a predator, looking for boys half his age and coming off as an awkward 14 year old asking a girl out.

But the dude on the bus...fuck he was bat shit insane in a real bad way, trust me you would be freaked out in that case. I was looking in my pocket to throw something at him or something and was clutching my cell. I didn't even want to get into hand to hand combat in fear that if he got to close he would have a knife or something or maybe some military training (he did have the fatigues and the attitude of an insane army vet in some ways). if I could throw something at him I would be able to keep my distance at least.

He was likely in his mid 30s or so.

The bus stop creep was in his 40s.

The other two I saw later on the streets were laughable although the recovering (yah right) coke addict hugged my friend which was sort of scary, after my friend gave him 2 dollars (long story actually). Lesson: Don't let creepy drunken druggies hug you!