Final Day

so, this is going to be my last post on this blog.  i know i dont really keep up with it anyway but i have been super busy working and saving.  that is how i am able to go buy a car tomorrow!!  i will not miss the mbta but i do thank them for sort of helping me out and entertaining me each morning with all your crazies.  i will be continuing my other blog valiantefforts@blogger.com.  toodles!

Did You Bring Enough For Everyone?

This morning I get on the train, after sitting for 15 minutes looking at the train sitting about a hundred yards down the track for some reason.  We are having a little heat wave so that makes the commuter rail run a little slower and make random stops for no obvious reason.  Anyway I finally get on and I actually get a good seat.  One of the one person seats so I don't have to sit with a stranger.  Nothing ruins my day more that being squished into a seat with a stranger so our butts are touching on the side.  Side butt action.  So I am super excited and I settle in to read my book, when....a Chinese woman gets on and sits in the seat across from me.  This itself it not a problem, the fact that she proceeds to take out the smelliest, stomach turniest, gag inducing food I have ever smelt is a problem.  I mean this was rank!  I get embarrassed eating a freaking donut on the train since I think people will be weirded out.  This lady might as well have been cooking over there the stench was so bad.  Then to top it all off, she eats the food, and leaves the car!  My God I wanted to chase her down and force her to sit in there the whole ride.  Talk about not being considerate of others.  Tomorrow I should bring in the smelliest breakfast I can make and find her so I can sit next to her and eat it!  Its times like this that my bland Irish heritage comes back to bite me in the ass. 

Hover Fail

OK, really quick post since I don't want to forget about it.  I just got off the train and was dying to pee.  I am always stuck on the train that has no bathroom on board so I was doing the pee dance in my seat for like 40 min.  Finally, we pull into the station and I dash into the restroom.  I mean I sprinted in there.  I bet I set a record.

Anyway, I get in and start to do my business when a woman goes into the stall next to me.  I sometimes have a little panic attack when someone sites in the next stall.  I don't know what I am thinking, like they are going to grab my feet or something.  Yikes.  So I am hovering there, since I do not like to sit on public restroom toilets, especially ones that looked like this one did, and this woman ( I assume) goes into the next stall. 

Now, she must have been hovering also, however, she had horrible aim.  This woman was totally just pissing all over the floor.  Now I can understand starting the flow with bad aim but wouldn't you adjust once you hear the splashing on the ground underneath you?  This woman just let the whole thing go, all over the floor, dangerously close to my shoes.  I just do not understand.  Maybe she figured since she didn't have to clean to just empty the pipes all over the place.  I was almost tempted to dilly dally untill she came out, but then I remembered I do not care what this floor pisser looks like. 

Hmmm now let's think about dinner, yummy!!

That's My Leg You're Crushing

I actually thought the ride to the mall on the bus was going to be pleasant.  I get to the stop on time, early even, which never happens.  My bus is right on time and pulls up right in front of me.  I politely let all the people exiting the bus get off before I try and get on, even though most people just muscle their way on.  After getting on and paying I notice that a rather attractive man is sitting right in the first set of seat that line the wall.  He is in seat #3 so I sit down in seat #1, give a little smile to him, sharing the mutual relief that a "normal" person has taken the seat near them.  Now we are getting ready to go and, no lie, the biggest man I have ever seen gets on the bus.  Huffing and puffing away, struggling to get on the bus even though its a bus that lowers and there are no stairs to climb.  So this hulk gets on, pays and just begins to sit down.  On me. 

Yeah I wanted to let that sink in.  This douche just sits down like there is no one there.  As I said I was in the three seats at the front so I believe he was aiming for seat #2, that was in between the attractive guy and me.  This guy literally sits on my leg.  Full on.  I had to squeeze myself out from under his massive bulk.  the best part was, not even a smidgen of acknowledgement from this guy.  You just sat on a person, in public, that you don't know.  I think an "Excuse Me" would be in order.  I managed to squeeze out the side and was teetering on the edge of my seat.  Muttering to myself about rudeness and shooting him dirty looks.  I think I managed to fit about 3 inches of my own substantial ass on to the seat for the thankfully short ride. 

These things make me think though.  Why would you not even say sorry to a person that you sat on.  What could the reasoning behind this be.  I bet he was embarrassed and just pretended he didn't notice.  That is what most people do nowadays, pretend they don't notice.  Now I did not want to start a big thing and cause a scene because then I am the spectacle.  No I just sit there with a huge guy sitting on my leg.  The attractive guy had it right, he got up and took the only other open seat.

Oh well, there better be nice shoes at the mall. 

Don't Look At Me In The Eyes!

So this morning I get on the train and right after me comes on this guy, whos' "beard" can only be described as "barnacles growing on something".  It looked like there were tentacles growing out of his chin.  Anyway I always take the seat at the very back of the car so I usually have a good view of the entire car.  An African American woman sat down like 3 rows ahead of me, and as he was walking by he slapped her seat and leered at her.  She gave him a dirty look that let me know she did not know this loser so that's usually a sign I should keep my eye on this one.  Nice pick up move though huh?  I was surprised she didn't fall in love right there.  So, he sits down at the seat in the train where the different facing rows meet in the middle at a table that you can use for your laptop. 

Anyway we go on our way and I just sit back and start reading.  Two stops in, a business man looking guy gets on and sits at the table across from him to use his laptop.  Barnacle Guy yells " YO man I don't want to stare at your face the whole ride!".  Business Man just looked around and I hear him say something like, "Dude I am just sitting at the table I'm not looking at you."

Now I'm not close enough to hear anything that isn't louder that regular talking but I can see this guy gesturing like a maniac indicating that Business Man should move.  I hear little pieces like Yo and My Man and Come on man, by which I can tell Barnacle Man is accepting the Business Man isn't going to move.  I guess he has decided to make loud sighs and huffs the whole trip. Oh well it looks like Business Man held his ground and Barnacle Boy has backed off. 

Who are these people?  What makes people think that they can act that way in public to complete strangers.  Now, don't get me wrong I can be a bitch too but usually only to people I know well or people that are harassing me.  These people that go looking for trouble or don't hesitate to get in a strangers face baffle me.  Its this sense of entitlement that we have in this country I'm sure of it.  We tell everyone that they can be who they want, and do what they want, but when you tell 3 billion people that the world revolves around them it makes for a pretty unpleasant place to live. 

Now back to my book. 

Somebody's Watching Me

Well today on the train I thought I was going to get off without incident.  Nope!  I took the train for about 45 min.  As we near my stop, I always get up and stand by the door so I can get off before the rush of people.  Anyway, I'm standing there and I look through the glass window of the divider doors and the ugliest man ever is STARING right at me. 

Not him but close!

I'm serious this guy would not look out of place in an old photograph of like the dust bowl or some old coal miner or something.  And usually when people are caught looking at someone else they, you know, look away.  Not this guy, he was staring like it was his job.  I wasn't even sure that he saw me and wasn't just staring off into space.  After a couple of minutes I got off the train and walked around the corner to the bus stop.  Can you guess who was right behind me?  You got it.  Now there is a little bus covering that you can wait in for the bus but I decided against it.  I don't like being in close quarters that I have to share with these unknown peeps. 

So I stand around waiting until I feel that familiar feeling.  I am being watched again.  I look over and he is sitting in the bus stop, with, not even lying here, his face pressed against the glass.  I am literally 1 foot away from the window and now i am waiting for him to start blowing on the glass like I used to when i was a kid trying to make the funniest face i could.  Ugh. Thankfully there are other people at the stop with me.  I get so creeped out being with people like this by myself.  As bad as I feel for people with issues like mental disease and homelessness, I cant help feeling vulnerable around them.  I'm not worried though, if anyone tries anything I'll bust out my patented windmill attack move lol. 

love the kids face behind her.  lol

The Entire Ride Conversationalist

Today I took the train for about 40 min.  You would think that in that amount of time you would either not talk on the phone until you get off at your stop, or talk as quietly as you can so you do not disturb the other people in the car.  Nope, this girl wanted the whole car to know all about how her bus was not running and she didn't want to go to work today and just wanted to go back to sleep.  She was calling multiple people at 6:30 in the morning to try and get a ride from the train station to school. Blah blah blah shut up! I understand that getting to school is important but, I don't care.  I don't want to have to hear about it.  I think its funny when you can see the other people on the train getting madder and madder, shooting hate rays at her from their eyes.

You do not even know how much I would applaud if someone got up and slapped that phone out of her hand.  Since starting to take the train I have noticed that people do not even care what they talk about in public on the phone.  Do you understand that I can hear you?  I don't want to hear it. 

Thank god for headphones!