Species of commuter.

[elfs]

Remember a few posts ago when I said "if I don't do any more writing today"? I didn't. On my commute home, the guy sitting next to me brought a freaking eight-inch television with him, on which he proceeded to watch some DVD. I developed such a massive headache from trying to interrupt the instinctual portion of my brain that wanted to hone in on the high-speed flickering glow just to the edge of my sight that I finally had to just give up, close the laptop, and close my eyes. I don't watch video on my laptop on the commute for the same reason: it's freaking rude, okay? I've sat next to other geeks and not developed that kind of reaction, so it had to be something intrinsic to the action flick he was watching.

I've been taking the 6:30am bus instead of the 7:00am bus. This morning, a woman got on and looked around, and there was one seat left, the one next to me. She eyed it considerably before deciding that her double-wide ass wasn't going to fit there. Blessed be! No, I'm not enough of a gentleman to give up my seat as well.

And finally, this morning I witnessed a new variety of commuter that I can only call "the human turnstile." This is a commuter wearing a heavy coat and a backpack who stands at the front of the bus and is too stupid to get out of the way as people are trying to exit. Because he's wearing the backpack he blocks the aisle and has to rotate a full 360 each time someone wants to get past him. I hope he's at least keeping a running tally.

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[blackcoat.livejournal.com]

When I wear a backpack and wind up standing in the front of the bus, I take it off and keep it between my legs, so as to be able to squeeze out of the way of people getting off. And then take the first available seat and put the damned thing on my lap, or under the seat.