Ok, I don’t know what’s going on, but the last several days have had bus rides from HELL. Seriously!! Now, for the most part, I don’t mind METRO, I sit down, pile my crap on my lap or under my feet, plug in my mp3 player, and proceed to ignore the masses until I get to my stop. But the last several days have had seat hogs galore, doing their damndest to ruin the bus trip. Gaaah.
Incident the first
I’m at the transit center, waiting for my connecting bus on Monday, so I can get to class on time. This bus is ALWAYS crowded because it’s a busy route, and it’s peak morning time. I get on, knowing I’m going to be standing and make my way over to a corner, take my backpack off and tuck it between my feet. Taking up less space. Makes sense, right?
I notice there are two women in the seat next to were I’m standing. One woman pulls the cord and gets off at the next stop. Rather than let someone else sit next to her, the OTHER woman proceeds to yank her bag up from under feet, plop it next to her on the empty seat, then scoots over to take up half of the empty seat as well! I just sort of stared at her until she looked up at me. And I kept staring in an “I can’t believe it, you’re a douchemuffin” kind of way, because there are no less than 20 people standing on the bus, who no doubt would appreciate a seat! She smiles at me, shakes her head, then turns around and stares out the window, ignoring anyone who tries to get her to move her stuff so they can sit.
Incident the second
On my way home from school on Monday, I stopped by a grocery store to pick up a few essentials. This ended up with me waiting to board a bus with my backpack, and two reusable grocery bags. I get on with no problem. I find a seat, backpack goes across my lap, bag of bread and eggs goes on top of that, other bag of groceries that are more hardy, gets tucked under my feet. Voila! 3 bags, and yet I take up one seat. Enter a woman at the next bus stop. She had a small purse and one, ONE plastic grocery bag, with what looked like toilet paper in it.
She proceeds to look around, sees the seat next to me open…and then comes over and bitches at me for taking up so much space and “ZOMG!! If you have so much stuff, you should STAND, and give OTHER people room to sit!!”
I just sort of blinked at her, because I wasn’t moving. Bus driver told her to sit down and shut up, or get off the bus. She stays standing, and we continue on our way, until someone got off at another stop, freeing up a set of seats. She rushes over and sits…and puts her purse and bag on the seat next to her with a huge sigh! Apparently she was suffering under the weight of her TP…
Incident the third
The front seats of the bus can be pushed up to make room for wheelchairs. Another crowded bus situation, on my way to work yesterday, I climbed on and one set of seats was folded up, and another was down. A guy was sitting on the folded down seats, and had his bag on the floor under the folded up seats. I went to pop them down and he went on a rampage against me! Screaming and yelling that he neeeeeeeeeeeeded that space for his precious precious bag!! It was too big to hold on his lap! It was too heavy! It had too much precious precious cargo to simply be shoved under his feet! How DARE I try to disturb his bag!
Note here: It was a small duffle bag/lunch box looking thing. My backpack was bigger. Dude, wtf? Seriously? There are several people standing, more people about to board, and you’re taking up TWO seats (Technically 4, since no one was sitting next to him, and after that outpouring of crazy, I could see why!) because of your special bag? Gaaaah…I hate people…
Incident the fourth
I get sat on in this one…
It’s at the transit center yesterday, on my way home from work. Quick note here: It’s inventory at work. I’m also fighting a virus of some kind, so I’m NOT in the best of moods. Again, backpack and lunchbox are on my lap. There is a seat free beside me, but I admit, I’m not the smallest person. There’s a bit of “spillover” if you will, I’m sorry, I have big hips and a big ass. But I’m not sprawled all over the seat, I’m tucked in against the wall as much as I can and there’s space.
Enter a woman who, I’m sorry to say, makes ME look anorexic. I mean, she had to be at least 400 lbs, and yes, this is relevant to the story, sorry again! The seat next to me is the only one open, and apparently vital because she has a friend sitting in the seats in front of me. She comes over and immediately demands I scoot over.
Me: I am over, ma’am, as far as I can go
Her: No you’re not! Scoot over!
Me: I can’t.
Her: <She proceeds to sit down, then SHOVES HERSELF INTO ME, as though trying to prove there’s more space, and she ends up with half her ass sitting on my left leg>
Me: <Ok, all bets are off, and Lupo goes straight into pissed off, loud mode> Excuse me, but GET YOUR ASS OFF MY LEG!! YOU’RE SITTING ON ME!!
Her: YOU NEED TO SCOOT OVER!
Me: I am as far over as I can GO! I am NOT climbing the wall, so YOU can sit comfortably, so either get off me and sit in the seat, or go sit elsewhere!!
Her: <tries to scoot into me again>
Me: Lady, you are sitting ON ME. I have asked you to move and to get off me, you’ve refused. Last warning. Get off me, or I will TAKE you off!!
The bus driver showed up at this point, thankfully. She, of course, starts ranting and raving about how I’m not scooting over, and she has to hang off the seat, and it’s not right, I need to MOVE so SHE can sit down.
Driver succinctly points out I was there, first, and am not the one causing problems. So, shut up or get off the bus. She finally got off me, but stayed sitting next to me, grousing the whole time, quite loudly to her friend in front of her about how young people have no respect, how I’m a bitch, how I’m too fat and need to lose weight (pot to kettle, anyone?) and on and on and on. I simply smile, put on my headphones, and open up a book, ignoring her. This proves to irritate her because in breaks between songs, I can hear that she’s gotten a bit louder and more insistent about what a horrible, horrible bitch I am.
Thankfully, space opened up next to her friend and she switched seats after a few minutes. I made a big production of heaving a sigh of relief, and moving my leg slightly, to make sure nothing was injured. She glared at me. I smiled back. Small of me? Maybe. But the bitch sat on me, and called me fat, when she easily makes up 2 of me.
I hate METRO sometimes…here’s hoping it quiets down some, but I feel better now that that’s out…
Incident the first
I’m at the transit center, waiting for my connecting bus on Monday, so I can get to class on time. This bus is ALWAYS crowded because it’s a busy route, and it’s peak morning time. I get on, knowing I’m going to be standing and make my way over to a corner, take my backpack off and tuck it between my feet. Taking up less space. Makes sense, right?
I notice there are two women in the seat next to were I’m standing. One woman pulls the cord and gets off at the next stop. Rather than let someone else sit next to her, the OTHER woman proceeds to yank her bag up from under feet, plop it next to her on the empty seat, then scoots over to take up half of the empty seat as well! I just sort of stared at her until she looked up at me. And I kept staring in an “I can’t believe it, you’re a douchemuffin” kind of way, because there are no less than 20 people standing on the bus, who no doubt would appreciate a seat! She smiles at me, shakes her head, then turns around and stares out the window, ignoring anyone who tries to get her to move her stuff so they can sit.
Incident the second
On my way home from school on Monday, I stopped by a grocery store to pick up a few essentials. This ended up with me waiting to board a bus with my backpack, and two reusable grocery bags. I get on with no problem. I find a seat, backpack goes across my lap, bag of bread and eggs goes on top of that, other bag of groceries that are more hardy, gets tucked under my feet. Voila! 3 bags, and yet I take up one seat. Enter a woman at the next bus stop. She had a small purse and one, ONE plastic grocery bag, with what looked like toilet paper in it.
She proceeds to look around, sees the seat next to me open…and then comes over and bitches at me for taking up so much space and “ZOMG!! If you have so much stuff, you should STAND, and give OTHER people room to sit!!”
I just sort of blinked at her, because I wasn’t moving. Bus driver told her to sit down and shut up, or get off the bus. She stays standing, and we continue on our way, until someone got off at another stop, freeing up a set of seats. She rushes over and sits…and puts her purse and bag on the seat next to her with a huge sigh! Apparently she was suffering under the weight of her TP…
Incident the third
The front seats of the bus can be pushed up to make room for wheelchairs. Another crowded bus situation, on my way to work yesterday, I climbed on and one set of seats was folded up, and another was down. A guy was sitting on the folded down seats, and had his bag on the floor under the folded up seats. I went to pop them down and he went on a rampage against me! Screaming and yelling that he neeeeeeeeeeeeded that space for his precious precious bag!! It was too big to hold on his lap! It was too heavy! It had too much precious precious cargo to simply be shoved under his feet! How DARE I try to disturb his bag!
Note here: It was a small duffle bag/lunch box looking thing. My backpack was bigger. Dude, wtf? Seriously? There are several people standing, more people about to board, and you’re taking up TWO seats (Technically 4, since no one was sitting next to him, and after that outpouring of crazy, I could see why!) because of your special bag? Gaaaah…I hate people…
Incident the fourth
I get sat on in this one…
It’s at the transit center yesterday, on my way home from work. Quick note here: It’s inventory at work. I’m also fighting a virus of some kind, so I’m NOT in the best of moods. Again, backpack and lunchbox are on my lap. There is a seat free beside me, but I admit, I’m not the smallest person. There’s a bit of “spillover” if you will, I’m sorry, I have big hips and a big ass. But I’m not sprawled all over the seat, I’m tucked in against the wall as much as I can and there’s space.
Enter a woman who, I’m sorry to say, makes ME look anorexic. I mean, she had to be at least 400 lbs, and yes, this is relevant to the story, sorry again! The seat next to me is the only one open, and apparently vital because she has a friend sitting in the seats in front of me. She comes over and immediately demands I scoot over.
Me: I am over, ma’am, as far as I can go
Her: No you’re not! Scoot over!
Me: I can’t.
Her: <She proceeds to sit down, then SHOVES HERSELF INTO ME, as though trying to prove there’s more space, and she ends up with half her ass sitting on my left leg>
Me: <Ok, all bets are off, and Lupo goes straight into pissed off, loud mode> Excuse me, but GET YOUR ASS OFF MY LEG!! YOU’RE SITTING ON ME!!
Her: YOU NEED TO SCOOT OVER!
Me: I am as far over as I can GO! I am NOT climbing the wall, so YOU can sit comfortably, so either get off me and sit in the seat, or go sit elsewhere!!
Her: <tries to scoot into me again>
Me: Lady, you are sitting ON ME. I have asked you to move and to get off me, you’ve refused. Last warning. Get off me, or I will TAKE you off!!
The bus driver showed up at this point, thankfully. She, of course, starts ranting and raving about how I’m not scooting over, and she has to hang off the seat, and it’s not right, I need to MOVE so SHE can sit down.
Driver succinctly points out I was there, first, and am not the one causing problems. So, shut up or get off the bus. She finally got off me, but stayed sitting next to me, grousing the whole time, quite loudly to her friend in front of her about how young people have no respect, how I’m a bitch, how I’m too fat and need to lose weight (pot to kettle, anyone?) and on and on and on. I simply smile, put on my headphones, and open up a book, ignoring her. This proves to irritate her because in breaks between songs, I can hear that she’s gotten a bit louder and more insistent about what a horrible, horrible bitch I am.
Thankfully, space opened up next to her friend and she switched seats after a few minutes. I made a big production of heaving a sigh of relief, and moving my leg slightly, to make sure nothing was injured. She glared at me. I smiled back. Small of me? Maybe. But the bitch sat on me, and called me fat, when she easily makes up 2 of me.
I hate METRO sometimes…here’s hoping it quiets down some, but I feel better now that that’s out…
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