On days with evening Cubs games, the CTA Red Line often gets tons of people riding it to the game who don't normally take the train. So you see big groups of baseball folks standing in the train near the doors so others can't get in. And once I got into a shoving match with a woman who was pushing her way onto the train before those of us leaving the train had gotten off.
Oh, did I mention that people going to Cubs games are often already drunk on the train? Once a drunk woman screamed and laughed when the door she was leaning against opened and she almost fell out.
Oh!! Can anyone tell me what the hell happened to Tomato Nation??
Oh!! Can anyone tell me what the hell happened to Tomato Nation??
Mysteriously disappeared during the Great Ketchup Shortage of Ought Six?
She was up on Friday, so I'm assuming server issues.
On days with evening Cubs games, the CTA Red Line often gets tons of people riding it to the game who don't normally take the train.
HATE. Once upon a time, I was unfamiliar with public transportation, so I am often very forgiving of people who are clueless. But game days make taking the Red Line so goddamn miserable. The jocularity, drunkeness, and entitlement make me so angry.
Oh how I wish it were universally known that one should stand on the right and allow walkers to pass on the left.
Well, I mutter it outloud every opportunity I get these days, so at least I'm doing my part.
On days with evening Cubs games, the CTA Red Line often gets tons of people riding it to the game who don't normally take the train.
Ugh. A friend was coming over last night and ended up getting off the train, walking a mile and taking two buses as soon as she realized it was a game day.
The NY subway has never made as much sense to me as I was sure it should have.
I found myself a bit confused the last time I had to take the subway in New York. A lot had changed in the three years I'd been gone.
I don't mind the Salem tourism for all months that do NOT rhyme with "Shocktober." The Halloween stuff is just *so* overwhelming and in a very area, it really, really impacts daily life (mostly weekends.)
I don't mind the summertime tourism because summertime kind of makes me a tourist in my own town, in that "gee, what a cool place this is!" way. Though, this year, I've discovered that tour guides are huckstering much more aggressively and it makes me uncomfortable on Essex Street.
I just slapped this on the scanner. I'm unreasonably proud.
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I find myself confused most weekends and I not only have lived here for the last 10 years, but also get weekend advisory emails. I have learned to just give myself over to the MTA overlords and go with what presents itself after making what I feel are informed guesses as to a route.
