Lately I have been taking the subway with bob in the morning and it turned out neither of us really love it. I mean I don't mind it but I don't get as much stuff done readingwise. And from his point of view, I am just too angry and comment way too much on what bugs me.
So anyway, I think it was Thursday morning and I was seating next to this man who apparently didn't have time to have breakfast at home. So here he was eating his gross homemade egg sandwich on the subway.
Well, first of all, eating on the subway is illegal. (Well actually I spent the past five minutes looking for confirmation on the MTA Web site and I haven't found it so it might not be illegal after all but it is certainly not a proper social behavior. This story says that it is illegal but I couldn't confirm it.). (Once someone was eating a chicken soup on the subway and it stank really bad. They should really make it illegal if it isn't)
But anyway back to my egg-sandwich eating commuting neighbor: the guy was chewing in my hear. I could hear everything, from the bite to the actual chewing, the reaching for food stuck in his teeth and even the cleaning of the mouth with water in between each bite. So I though it was really gross.
I made some comments up in the air. Nobody caught them beside bob, who told me after we got off the train that I really have a problem and should think about having my commuter anger problem treated.
I told him I'll think about it.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
7 line is one of the cleanest of the MTA Subway system
Read this story based on a recent survey on cleanliness in subways. 7 train did pretty well. Commuter is happy today...
Friday, March 7, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Commuters Were Angry Back Then Too
ANGRY COMMUTER'S SUIT
Wants Damages Because Tardy Trains Made Him Late For Dinner
It's 1903. George Miller is angry that the train he regularly takes to go back home to Montclair, N.J., from downtown Manhattan is always delayed and "prevented him from having his dinner at the accustomed time." He sued the train company asking for $100, which taking into account inflation could be as much as $53,389.38 today. Not sure if he ever got his money but I hope so because it's not only his dinners that he was worried about but clearly the comfort of the "army of commuters" out there.
Some abstracts:
By the action Mr. Miller, himself a commuter of several years' standing, says he desires to spread before the world the manner in which soulless railroads conduct their commutation accomodations.
"By the reason of the failure of the said defendant to perform its agreements," he declares, "the plaintiff suffered annoyance, inconvenience, and excessive fatigue; was deprived of necessary rest and leisure, of the comfort and society of his family, that his necessary meals were delayed and their quality impaired, all ot the damage of $100."
Mr. Miller declares his is determined to press this action to a trial and says the "army of commuters" of this city is vitally interested in the result.
Wants Damages Because Tardy Trains Made Him Late For Dinner
It's 1903. George Miller is angry that the train he regularly takes to go back home to Montclair, N.J., from downtown Manhattan is always delayed and "prevented him from having his dinner at the accustomed time." He sued the train company asking for $100, which taking into account inflation could be as much as $53,389.38 today. Not sure if he ever got his money but I hope so because it's not only his dinners that he was worried about but clearly the comfort of the "army of commuters" out there.
Some abstracts:
By the action Mr. Miller, himself a commuter of several years' standing, says he desires to spread before the world the manner in which soulless railroads conduct their commutation accomodations.
"By the reason of the failure of the said defendant to perform its agreements," he declares, "the plaintiff suffered annoyance, inconvenience, and excessive fatigue; was deprived of necessary rest and leisure, of the comfort and society of his family, that his necessary meals were delayed and their quality impaired, all ot the damage of $100."
Mr. Miller declares his is determined to press this action to a trial and says the "army of commuters" of this city is vitally interested in the result.
Old Man Pushing
After letting 3 trains go by this morning "because of an earlier incident on the 7 line," we pull up in Grand Central. I get out of the train and old man pushes (You have to check out this old man pushing the floor, pretty good) me with his arm. I ask why he did push me?
Old man: Because you crossed.
me: what do you mean I cross? I don't understand. I got out of the subway. What did I cross?
Old man: You crossed the door.
me (getting angry and raising my voice): What the fuck are you talking about? What's your problem? You're old enough and wise enough you shoulnd't push women on the subway.
Old man doesn't know what to say anymore and tries to make me undertsand with hand signals that I should stop talking to him and go up the escalators.
me: You started. You pushed me. What's your fucking problem? (I like that line sometimes, makes me feel like I am in a tough movie)
What a great way to start the day. Thank you old man.
Old man: Because you crossed.
me: what do you mean I cross? I don't understand. I got out of the subway. What did I cross?
Old man: You crossed the door.
me (getting angry and raising my voice): What the fuck are you talking about? What's your problem? You're old enough and wise enough you shoulnd't push women on the subway.
Old man doesn't know what to say anymore and tries to make me undertsand with hand signals that I should stop talking to him and go up the escalators.
me: You started. You pushed me. What's your fucking problem? (I like that line sometimes, makes me feel like I am in a tough movie)
What a great way to start the day. Thank you old man.
Notes on Human Jackson Pollock painting
That link to JP's Web site is really cool. You can create your own JP art. Maybe that's what wacky lady used.
Traveling Human Jackson Pollock Painting
End of a long day. I go down the escalator at Grand Central. There's a human Jackson Pollock painting standing in the middle of the escalator blocking the way with traveling house and guitar. She seems crazy I shouldn't have said anything. I actually didn't say anything. Just went down pass her and nodded by head in disbelief. Not at her outfit because I think it's pretty cool and creative. It must have taken her a long time to sprinkle everything from her clothes, shoes, guitar and plastic bags with white and black paint like that. Anyway, she didn't like my noding my head and started shouting down the stairs. Something like that:
"Why did you nod your head?" Can't understand then what the painting said but it ended with dumbass, not good.
So I turn and shouted back. Obviously I should have just let it go. Not too smart to argue with a traveling Jackson Pollock painting.
me: Because you could move to the side.
traveling Jackson Pollock painting: No I can't. then inaudible.
me: Look at all the people stuck behind you. It's just a quesiton of respect.
traveling Jackson Pollock painting: inaudible shouting ending by "Go back to your country."
Kind of offensive but I was impressed. Traveling Human Jackson Pollock paintaing not only could talk but also spotted my accent (which I thought was getting more subtle but maybe comes back running when I am angry).
Then I continued on the platform to grab my train and she continues yelling at everyone in her path. And people around her seemed to have a good laugh.
"Why did you nod your head?" Can't understand then what the painting said but it ended with dumbass, not good.
So I turn and shouted back. Obviously I should have just let it go. Not too smart to argue with a traveling Jackson Pollock painting.
me: Because you could move to the side.
traveling Jackson Pollock painting: No I can't. then inaudible.
me: Look at all the people stuck behind you. It's just a quesiton of respect.
traveling Jackson Pollock painting: inaudible shouting ending by "Go back to your country."
Kind of offensive but I was impressed. Traveling Human Jackson Pollock paintaing not only could talk but also spotted my accent (which I thought was getting more subtle but maybe comes back running when I am angry).
Then I continued on the platform to grab my train and she continues yelling at everyone in her path. And people around her seemed to have a good laugh.
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