Haphazard bags on the floor

Here’s an idiot who’s just left her bags “fall where they may” on the train floor, creating a tripping hazard. How lazy must you be to not be able to hold your bags? This is morning rush hour…

Smelly drunk

OMG! This guy sitting in front of me stinks of dirty drunkenness. I just saw him take a swig of something from a plastic bag. He smells like a homeless wino but he ain’t homeless. He’s got a Ed Hardy hoodie and a leather jacket. He could make something of himself but he’s a drunk!

LOSER!

Why am I still sitting behind this smelly bastard? I have my nose covered; I can’t smell him now.

Gorda Latina

OK! So I’m on the F train, minding my own business, sitting in the center seat of the 3-seater bench when a fucking cow gets on the train at 34th Street after an evening of shopping. She drags on a large shopping bag holding a comforter and some red plastic bags. She backs up into the empty seat next to the panel, it was like watching an ugly ass eclipse from the corner of my eye. She slumps her fat ass into her, taking my left arm and leg under her. Her weight was pressed down on my coat. I dig between her XXL body and myself to free up my coat. She then makes a comment that I’m taking up two seats!

Me! Taking up two seats?! Me, who weighs 127 lbs barely fills in a single seat, and here was this fucking cow of a Latina claiming that I was taking up two seats! Do you know how uncomfortable that is for someone like me or of average body type to sit with that ridge dividing the seats between our ass crack!? Our butts don’t have the extra lardy padding like this heavy poundage heffer sitting to my left; lifting the ass crack above the ridge.

I corrected her that I wasn’t taking up two seats and that I wasn’t fat (like her). She is not tall but not really short. She is of a hefty stocky body type. Chunks of lard at her ass, at her hips, thighs, torso, and breasts. She’s wide and heavy. She’s wedged in the seat between me and the end panel. I’m like a retaining wall holding her back from forcing me to straddle the other seat to my right, which is occupied by this time. My right side is comfortable and fine. My left side has a heavy load pressure.

The porkette is now sleeping.

This is how big she is; she is holding her hands together in front of her and still her arms are over mine. My upper left arm is trapped under her!

I am just realizing that I am also holding back this massive Latina with my left leg. I am feeling the tension in my legs. That’s how big she is! She can easily take up two seats; and she’s claiming that I’m taking up two seats!? Does she not realize how wide she is!?

Dumbass retard

I’ve got a fucking retard sitting next to me. Let me start over on that. I got a fucking retard of a white scruffy man who threw himself into the empty seat next to me; startling me from resting my eyes and listening to a podcast.

He’s got a dumbass look on his face. His lower lip is tucked under his upper jaw which is giving him that dumbass look. He stares in front of him with no intellingence behind his eyes. He’s also got a head twitch thing, too!

Wedged myself in…

I’ve wedged myself between two heavy set black ladies on the train. Yes, I know. Here I am, the instigator after complaining about how too often the fat cows who squeeze their bubble butts and thunder thighs next to me; squishing me if not in some way over me.

Though I could fit my ass between these human hippos, it’s my upper body that is uncomfortable. My arms do not fit between these round ladies though I am able to lean back against the seat. Oddly, I do not have this problem with men.

Both of these ladies are the same round shape. Wearing puffer jackets which eccentuates their fullness. They’re sleeping with their hands in front of them on top of their purse. If only I could take a self portrait of this. I’m sure it’s a funny picture.

Booth attendants are obsolete.

Not only are they becoming obsolete but I find them to be incompetant at fulfilling their basc tasks.

A black female booth attendant wearing black plastic studious frames at Chambers Street Station of the A, C, E trains completely ignored me when I tried to ask her a question. I said, “Excuse me,” several times to get her attention. She was looking down at something. I don’t know what she was doing other than chewing gum. I even tried to tap on the glass and waved my hand. She didn’t bother to look up. I wondered if she would have even noticed if I would have been mugged in front of her.

Another incident where a booth attendant, a middle aged Indian-Pakistani man, was being unhelpful. It was several years ago and I was returning home when I noticed a strange Asian man was hovering around me and then followed me off the train. I was concerned and went up to a booth attendant and told him that someone was following me. He looked at me blankly and asked what did I wanted him to do. I looked back at him in disbelief. “I don’t know, maybe call the cops?” I thought to myself. I didn’t bother to continue talking with the useless booth attendant.

I completely understand the authorities of MTA eliminating booth attendant jobs. It is wasteful spending of revenue on people who are paid to sit all day in a box and assist commuters to get to their destinations or help someone in case of an emergency. MTA should close down more station booths especially if it means not having to raise commuter fares to cover the salaries and pensions of incompetant booth attendants.

Sitting with his legs in the aisle

I hate when people, especially people with long legs, sit with their legs in the aisle like this douchebag pictured here. He’s also on his cell phone but at least he’s not talking loudly like other people.

It is rush hour and everyone is trying to get in the bus. This retard shouldn’t be sitting with his legs in the aisles. Just like you shouldn’t be blocking the narrow aisle of the bus with bags and luggages.

And he’s sitting slouched in his seat. His legs in the aisle take up standing room. Isn’t enough that he’s sitting!?

Bags on seat

There are people who are still just complete idiots when it comes to common sense etiquette like this dumb woman whose got her bags in a perfectly empty seat that someone could sit in. So far, everyone is just walking past it. I don’t blame them. You don’t know where that bag has been. Chances are, it’s been on the dirty floor. Why sit in a seat that’s been graced with the filth and bacteria that’s been crawling around the floor?

Just take the seat and shut up

On the bus; I was sitting in the first two seaters. I was listening to my music and reading the NY Times on my iPhone. I was sitting along the aisle of the two seaters. A big and tall elderly man got on the bus and said something to me. I couldn’t hear him but given that he was pointing at the inner seat, I knew he wanted me to move in. I saw that he was a big and tall man plus he was carrying two large bags. I did not want to sit inside and have this man cram me in so I decided to just give him both seats. I got up and told him he can have the seat. He didn’t take it and continued to say something.

Someone else offered him a seat, which he took. I didn’t sit back down. Instead, I just stood until other seats became available.

That old dude was offended that I didn’t move in to let him sit down even though I offered him both seats. Why doesn’t he or other people understand that not everyone likes to sit in inside seat. And when someone offers to give up their seat, they should just take it graciously and shut the f*ck up!

Two douchebags under the stairs

Waiting at the PATH Grove Street station. I walked towards the platform between the two stairs and could smell someone was smoking on the platform. I noticed two douchebags under the stairs. One was smoking a cigarette. No police were around, and nobody to report to about te offense. They were also out of range from the security cameras as well.

The one douchebag eventually put out his cigarette when a trained pulled up and passengers came onto the platform.