Doesn't this make sense as a general rule, no matter where you are? I mean, really.

My theory is that they weren't raised with public transportation, and therefore never learned this as a rule. They just need a week where they constantly get bodychecked and barked at by angry commuters, and it will become pavlovian.

Also? STAND RIGHT WALK LEFT. It's not fucking rocket science, and I resent you making me have to resist the urge to send you tumbling down the escalator like you're asking for.

ARRRRRGHYES. And that's not a touristy thing. It can't be, there are too many of them. People, the reason the escalator is clear on the right in front of you is because all the people that were on the right were walking. Why do you feel like YOU get to stand still? No one could possibly want to get past you? I particularly hate it because it requires talking to them, which I also hate.

You know what else I hate, although it's probably not in the same set of rules? Conversations in the stalls. I know that's not such a universal thing. It's more of a personal peeve. Here, there are a couple of kids standing directly in front of the faculty bathroom having a conversation every damn day during my break.

Counter ordering is definitely an advanced application of the two rules. Always have your order ready when it's your turn, speak your order clearly, don't have a conversation with the server, and don't dawdle after you've gotten your order and paid. And if an orderly line has not been formed, then keep track of your own position yourself.

Or, um, just wait until there are no other people around.

Those people don't bother me as much as the ones who are stopped right in front of the elevator or escalator just to have a conversation.

Dude, yes. And their cousins, the group of five who stop halfway up the stairs, and not even at a landing, to have a long and heartfelt chat.

Counter ordering is definitely an advanced application of the two rules.

I am so ingrained with the counter ordering procedure that it throws me off and irritates me if the order-taker engages in chit-chat.

"I'd like the #3 with cheese and a medium drink."

"Oh, those are good."

(Horrified stare)

"...so that comes to $6.42..."

"Thank you."

Argh. Is basic Internet literacy (i.e., don't believe everything that's forwarded to you, even if it sounds reasonable) too much to ask of school employees? Particularly technology teachers and IT DEPARTMENT HEADS?

God, I love this conversation. And now I really, really miss NYC.

But Boston, now, there's a cold, harsh city. Those people are mean.

Yeah, see the thing is that we really just don't care.

I need to have The Talk with my parents but I sort of want to get through dealing with Tom's mom first. But I think I may have to get over that. Or get my sister to do it! Yes.

Happy birthday Scola!!!!!

Hey look, I am bon bon. Damn tourists.

And hippies!

Also? STAND RIGHT WALK LEFT. It's not fucking rocket science, and I resent you making me have to resist the urge to send you tumbling down the escalator like you're asking for.

YES!!!! Man, that's a huge pet peeve of mine. And I will run you down if you get in my way. (I hate standing on an escalator or moving sidewalk. What a waste of time!)