Thursday, January 24, 2008
I see it this way:
There are two types of people in this world.
1. Transit goers
2. Transit snobs
I would categorize myself as a #2 that sometimes encounters #1. I'm thinking that I must look like new transit rider. I know this because everyone always looks at me when I get on the bus. It could be because I always ask the bus driver questions and then I take a seat as close to the front as possible without sitting in a seat that may require me to move to accommodate an elderly, handicapped or parent with baby stroller passenger.
I never know what I'm supposed to be doing as I ride. I try to look experienced and put on my "I don't have a car and I'm not happy" face you see everyone else wearing. I then look out the window, play with my cellphone or try to hear what other passengers are conversing about.
Then sometimes there's that one passenger that catches your attention and you feel the need to look at them. So you do and they catch you staring and you pretend your looking just beyond them.
And why is it so dirty on buses and trains? I mean I see the sign that says "It's your bus too, don't litter", yet everywhere you look there's garbage. Maybe regular transit goers don't mind wading through filth, but I do! Do they even clean the buses after? I mean are they scrubbing the seats with bleach? Are they actually ridding the bus of all the bacteria it encounters during the day?
Public transit. PUBLIC transit. Which means I'm surrounded by random people I don't know and like. I guess it's okay sometimes, but then you get the weird ones that make me so uncomfortable. All I do then is pray that they'll get off at the next stop or at least stay far away from me and not start talking to me.
I guess I'm so spoiled that I just can deal with not being chauffeured around by my parents. Ugh. This is my life.