Public Transportation Is Filthy
But I use it all the time anyway, and I love it. I LOVE people watching, and I have better access to it now than anywhere else I lived. On an every day basis, I can take a train somewhere useful. But it's not so easy to get to the airport or hang out in an emergency room waiting room (the other two best places to people watch).
Back when I lived in Florida, I flew out to Boston to visit my brother when he was in law school. He took me all over Boston, and when we got back to his apartment at the end of the day, he told me to go wash my hands. Why? "Because the T is filthy." Oh, okay.
My first "real" job (as in, not babysitting) was working as a cashier in a supermarket. Because I would spend anywhere from 3-6 hours a day handling money, my hands got filthy at work. So I got in the habit of coming home from work and promptly washing my hands.
So between the job and mass trans, I'm now in the habit of washing my hands right when I walk in the door.
Today after work I had to go food shopping via public transportation. The people watching was great.
I got to see a gay guy try to pick up another gay guy. Apparently they saw each other this morning and the first guy was trying to suggest they meet each other tomorrow morning to ride the train together. I silently rooted for the strained conversation to go more smoothly.
You know how people lose their balance right when the train starts? Why is that? There's the beeping noise that lets you know the doors are about to close, then the doors actually do close, and then, ya know what happens? That's right! The train actually STARTS TO MOVE! So why the hell do I ALWAYS see at least one schmuck come close to falling over, looking around with a disgusted look on their face, surprised that the train didn't tap them on the shoulder and warn them, and gently suggest they hold on? I don't understand. The woman who almost fell tonight wasn't busy doing anything like keeping track of a kid, or tons of packages. She had one bag and just got on the train and stood there, lost in her own thoughts. Rule one of people watching: Don't let it make you fall over.
I'm endlessly entertained by train people. But naturally, when I get home I promptly wash my hands.
Back when I lived in Florida, I flew out to Boston to visit my brother when he was in law school. He took me all over Boston, and when we got back to his apartment at the end of the day, he told me to go wash my hands. Why? "Because the T is filthy." Oh, okay.
My first "real" job (as in, not babysitting) was working as a cashier in a supermarket. Because I would spend anywhere from 3-6 hours a day handling money, my hands got filthy at work. So I got in the habit of coming home from work and promptly washing my hands.
So between the job and mass trans, I'm now in the habit of washing my hands right when I walk in the door.
Today after work I had to go food shopping via public transportation. The people watching was great.
I got to see a gay guy try to pick up another gay guy. Apparently they saw each other this morning and the first guy was trying to suggest they meet each other tomorrow morning to ride the train together. I silently rooted for the strained conversation to go more smoothly.
You know how people lose their balance right when the train starts? Why is that? There's the beeping noise that lets you know the doors are about to close, then the doors actually do close, and then, ya know what happens? That's right! The train actually STARTS TO MOVE! So why the hell do I ALWAYS see at least one schmuck come close to falling over, looking around with a disgusted look on their face, surprised that the train didn't tap them on the shoulder and warn them, and gently suggest they hold on? I don't understand. The woman who almost fell tonight wasn't busy doing anything like keeping track of a kid, or tons of packages. She had one bag and just got on the train and stood there, lost in her own thoughts. Rule one of people watching: Don't let it make you fall over.
I'm endlessly entertained by train people. But naturally, when I get home I promptly wash my hands.
posted by Green at 5/08/2006 09:56:00 PM
3 Comments:
I look like a freak on trains. I always always brace myself for that intial take off. pretty funny when I have a kid holding my hand too.:)
I love people watching too.
Speaking of public transportation, thank you for your valuable tips last week. You will be happy to know that I was able to navigate my way from Nob Hill to SFO on Friday evening after your orientation.
The only thing I did not realize was that there is no restroom in the BART stations. I really had to go but after reading this post it is probably best that I did not have to use a bathroom in a flithy place. Yuck.
Anyway, great meeting you. You rock.
I like sporting events. I don't really get into the games much, but watching people not watch a baseball game from $80 seats while juggling beer, nachos, hotdogs and ice cream and complaining about the prices to someone on their cell phone is fascinating stuff.
Good idea to wash your hands after leaving the ballpark, too...
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