Things That Bug Me
People (riders) on the Metra who make the 4-seater section their personal office. They sit in one spot, but have their books, notepads and laptop set everywhere else. You're on the train! Not your desk! And itz not like they do this on the midday trains. No. Its ALWAYS during rush hour. Don't they see the dozens of people scurrying down the aisle, looking for seats? Don't they feel the glares? They should, at least, feel the hefty, oversized bags of other passengers hitting them in the shoulder as the huff by. Metra is not your office. Deal.
People (drivers) who stop in the middle of the crosswalk as they wait for their turn. Ya see the white spaced apart lines? You're not supposed to cross them when the light is red! When the keys that are hanging out of my side jean pocket "accidentally" scrape from one of your headlights to the other, don't give me that look. You deserve it, ignorant prick. Move.
People (rollers) who use their rolling bags as a weapon. I see you, old lady. I don't need you to knock me over with your bag. Seriously. And when you stop, waiting to cross the street, pull your bag up with you. Don't leave it 2 feet behind you as we all wait, as if it needs itz own atmosphere. I hate you. Pick it up.
People (smokers) who light up as soon as they are on the stairs/escalator off the train platform. Not everyone behind you smokes. If you choose to smoke that's your business but the rest of us should not be stuck behind your cloud. Grant it, you are outside, I understand. But be considerate. You're not the only one walking here. Geez. Wait.
People (drivers) who stop in the middle of the crosswalk as they wait for their turn. Ya see the white spaced apart lines? You're not supposed to cross them when the light is red! When the keys that are hanging out of my side jean pocket "accidentally" scrape from one of your headlights to the other, don't give me that look. You deserve it, ignorant prick. Move.
People (rollers) who use their rolling bags as a weapon. I see you, old lady. I don't need you to knock me over with your bag. Seriously. And when you stop, waiting to cross the street, pull your bag up with you. Don't leave it 2 feet behind you as we all wait, as if it needs itz own atmosphere. I hate you. Pick it up.
People (smokers) who light up as soon as they are on the stairs/escalator off the train platform. Not everyone behind you smokes. If you choose to smoke that's your business but the rest of us should not be stuck behind your cloud. Grant it, you are outside, I understand. But be considerate. You're not the only one walking here. Geez. Wait.