Not that I touch anything, unless touching it is going to save my life, because humans are dirty, yo.

You don't hold onto the bar in a Muni train you're going to be on your ass the first time they slam on the brakes. It's not so optional with the public transit in SF.

insent, Cindy btw

(Huh, which inevitably earworms me with "Cindy Incidentally" by The Faces.)

I wash my hands as soon as I get to work and as soon as I get home. It just seems wise.

You don't hold onto the bar in a Muni train you're going to be on your ass the first time they slam on the brakes. It's not so optional with the public transit in SF.

Unless, of course, you're packed in like sardines on the 30 Stockton. Then it's more like a mosh pit on wheels, and you can get your revenge on the poky-elbow little old ladies by stumbling in to them.

Not that I've ever done that, but I fantasize.

The woman who took my place at the law office has a purel bottle on her keychain. Seriously, it hangs there all handy and such. I need to find out where she got it.

Check out aisle at Target. I have one on my keychain, one on my purse and one attached to the diaper bag.

Target it is!!

I hate standing on CTA trains - I have suck a crappy sense of balance that I really got to hold onto something tight. Luckily, I have an opposite commute so I can usually find a seat. Metra trains are so much better than CTA trains in the jerking-to-a-stop department (as well as the room and smooth ride departments) that it's much less difficult to be standing.

Favoritest moment of my public transpo in SF: there was an obviouslt mentally disturbed and self-professed crack addict on the 30 Stockton screaming at people about manners. I loved the part where juliana said, "Fucking hippies."

I've seen the keychain bottles of Purell at Target, with all the travel and sample-size items.

I miss the subway. I love the subway in New York. Never really learned the busses, because even they seem to get caught in traffic sometimes. And it's much easier (for me) to disappear into a book with my headphones on underground.

In herds-of-clueless-people news, we were trying to get out of church Christmas Eve, and I almost had a meltdown. My dad was laughing, and said, "What, it reminds you of New York?" And I said, "Uh, no. In New York, everyone knows they have to KEEP MOVING!"

And it's much easier (for me) to disappear into a book with my headphones on underground.

I can't read on a CTA train without getting nauseous. Not a problem on Metra.

I'm still bitter that my last move and work's relocation makes Metra less convenient than before. I used to have a 25 minute commute from my apartment in Wicker Park (1700 block North) and downtown Evanston. Now it's usually an hour.

One of the few nice things about my lengthy Metro commute is that I'm almost guaranteed a seat. Of my choice, even, especially in the evenings.