it involves the public.
i swear, it’s a bad fucking sign when just the effort to get to work makes me want to throw in the towel, high tail it back home, crawl back in bed and tell everyone to fuck right off. also: it’s only monday. god, i’m about to start sounding like a fucking garfield comic in about 0.2 seconds. ugh.
anyway, trudge trudge trudge to the bus stop. normally not such a bad deal except: a.) unbelievably hot and bright sunshine, wtf, boston? and b.) windy windy windy, OH HAI ALLSTON ST., WULD U LIEK 2 SEE MAH ASS? stupid flowy skirt. stupid wind. stupid 64.
so after waiting a fucking eternity for the bus that i plowed through allston to get to? it doesn’t show up. plus i have a morning meeting of doom that i utterly loathe, yet cannot be late to, and thus i had to take the 66. stupid 66.
of course, it’s possible the bus just drove right the fuck on because of the public works asshats that think they have the right to park anywhere. thus they park right on the fucking bus stop, first one guy pulls up and then his little friend pulls in right behind them. not only was it a far-from-stellar parking job but they totally blocked the incoming buses. this is a high-traffic stop, people. also: fuck you, public works.
asshats.
so of course, the bus has to block damn near 2 lanes (opposing lanes, at that) of traffic just to get to the stop because public works truck driver #1 decides to get out of his fucking truck and walk behind to talk to public works truck driver #2! what the fuck, people? seriously…wtf.
on the bus now, still going to be hella late to work because of course you cannot rely on the MBTA to ever be, you know, reliable. my veins are coursing full of nothing but complete haterade for the transportation portion of public transportation when it turns out that the public wants to step up to the plate and earn its fair share of my ire. weak.
first, there’s the “i am so important i must get on the bus/train before anyone else exits or i will surely perish” asshole who nearly knocks over an old dude. second, the bus driver is kind of a tool (surprise surprise…). and third, there are two seats with suspicious fluid on them. note: it has NOT rained recently. seats be fuckin’ wet for no reason. sketch.
bus plows on through the fuckery that is n. harvard ave and we get to some random stops. first is a lady who decides to plunk her ass down in such a way that she takes up 3 full seats.
she is not an especially large lady but she decides to take the very first aisle seat in the front row. not usually a problem, though the way she is sitting with her legs splayed out and resting on the adjacent side-aligned seats she is committing a number of public transportation etiquette faux-pas (is there such a thing as public transportation etiquette?). first, she could totally slide into the front-facing seat all the way to the window so as to free-up the aisle seat. second, she could keep her feet out of everyone else’s space and not block an extra seat not even in her row. third, she could generally not be such a tool. this type of infraction is COMMON on the T. whether you’re a bus rider or a subway dweller, people be asshats. people just have a need to take up as much space on an already-crowded means of transportation as possible. even when it is obvious that someone else could use that seat (or seats).
a few more stops down we come to shitty tattoo girl, which she shall henceforth be known as. she is thusly called for having an uber-shitty nightmare before christmas tat on her arm (poorly done, i might add) and also for being a douche. could be she’s shitty (tattoo) girl or (shitty tattoo) girl, but either way the qualifiers fit. anyway, this is the 2nd prime example of public transportation douche-baggery: the “i get a seat, my shit gets its own seat, and i don’t give a fuck” douchebag.
and this girl is a complete douche. she traipses on the bus nearly smacking already seated riders with her stupid floppy bag. also? this whorebag totally did not wait for a bunch of people to exit the bus before she pushed her way on and shoved her charlie card ahead of her like the damn 66 would vanish if she didn’t set ironically-hipster-clad-foot upon it thisveryinstant. then, sitting right behind the first douchey lady (i guess these things travel in packs, really…) while she doesn’t commit the same faux pas by not sliding into the aisle all the way, she does not redeem herself. she took her giant, fugly bag and plopped it down on the seat right next to her, thus making it unavailable for any other riders on the bus should they desire a non-suspiciously-moist seat. lame.
sadly, this kind of bullshit is more common than not. in fact, running across someone in boston who is not a complete tool on the T is a fucking rarity. or not from around here. of course, tourists are another thing altogether, as they are completely clueless asshats and should be avoided/die in a fire.
so obviously, after all this bullshit (and then having to switch to the subway and deal with that spectacular crowd) i get to work and dive face-first into some truly boring-as-hell meetings.
plz to kill mojo? mojo can die now?
k thx.
bi.
