I just plop my ass down. Plenty of space!
ION, WTF is wrong with me? My boss just called me, and I knew it was her, and I picked up anyway! It turned out OK, though -- and I have had random feelings that maybe I
ought
to be one of the people she calls at all hours. She was calling to scream about the insane comment a senior manager made in an all-staff meeting along the lines of "this is why I'm not hiring any more people with kids!" Obviously, she was kidding, but STILL. (Formerly full-time at-home mother started working for her on Monday, didn't come back on Tuesday.)
Ooh, you know who else I HATE? The enormous backpack people! Take off your fucking backpacks, people!!
Why is it that a righteously indignant Jesse = comedy gold for me? I usually agree with her, but she amuses me.
The other day I was on the 5 going uptown at 5:30-- rush hour city. The guy next to me? NOT ONLY were his legs spread way open, and he was leaning at angle, but he he had a chain wallet-- and the chain was spread out next to him, taking up EVEN MORE SPACE! He and his damn wallet chain had two spots!
This is why I prefer the trains with delineated seats. Sometime you have to sit on the rise, but for the most part people can't take up two spots.
Ooh, you know who else I HATE? The enormous backpack people! Take off your fucking backpacks, people!!
That's one of my big pet peeves.
He and his damn wallet chain had two spots!
If you'd brought a nail gun you could've stapled his chain to the seat and left him there to ride the trains in perpetuity.
Why is it that a righteously indignant Jesse = comedy gold for me?
Because pissed-off cowgirls = funny?
The guys with their legs spread wide are really leaving themselves vulnerable to a move that'd make them involuntarily pull their knees together. IJS
I've taken to quietly telling krav instructors and students who are irritating me "Your groin is open, by the way."
It usually is.
Maybe I can extend that to strangers. And then if they talk back, cockpunch.
Is getting more space really worth being booked on assault & battery charges?
I take up space when I want to, and walk really tall (and fast, and confident) and I'm pretty much over even noticing I do so
flea may never have heard this story, but sisterly-coincidentally, I found out after college that all my college friends thought I was a stone-cold lesbian -- because I walk fast. The one who confessed this to me got a very long lecture called "Why the hell are you dawdling? It's effing cold out and I want to get where I am going!!"
The Boston T has delineated seats, but there are times when the seat is just not big enough for the butt in it. (Occasionally, the problem is gigantic shoulders and muscled arms, okay once when I saw a shirtless bodybuilder sitting with empty seats on either side because he literally would have had his armpit in your face.) This being New England, the silent guilt trip power is strong, but when a body's got to take up two seats, a body's got to take up two seats. Not a lithe young male body airing his privates.
More often, everybody just wants 1.2 seats, and the whole row is like a bunch of thighs in pantyhose, squirming uncomfortably.
