Dear MBTA (and really any other public transportation) Riders:
I know this is the land of freedom and all, but we need to talk about proper T manners. It’s kind of ridiculous. After a year of riding the T, experiencing Red Sox rushes and Marathon Monday crowds, I think I’m now qualified to rant.
Here are 5 ways to be a total asshat on the T:
If your child is old enough to wear real hiking boots, he/she should not be in a stroller at rush hour. Sit in a seat and close up the stroller so other riders can squeeze in. In the same vain, if the stroller is empty and it’s rush hour, CLOSE IT! Seriously, do not block the door/aisle with an open, empty stroller.
Dear Lord, be aware of your entire physical space. That backpack you’re wearing? It’s either blocking the aisle, assaulting a fellow passenger, or is in some other way causing an unnecessary problem. Take it off at your feet. Tada! More space for everyone! Including the person who had your backpack in their face or side because you forgot that you actually took up another foot of space with that thing attached to you.
Splayed Leg Sitters
Dude, your…junk is not that big. You really do not need to take up three seats. Make an adjustment, suck up your pride, and make room for the other passengers. Nothing makes me want to slap someone quite like a douchey splayed leg sitter taking up two seats while an elderly passenger has to stand. Grr.
This seems to be endemic of the high schoolers/college students, and usually the guys. Do you really need to do your gymnastics rings routine in a packed car? Or lean against the pole with your ass in my face and preventing 3 other people from holding on the same pole? Why????? Do you just not see the other people on the train? I actually had one swinger push me all the way to the steps even though he SAW me board behind him. A woman a few seats up finally called him out since I could only back up so far and couldn’t holler loud enough over the engine. I tried to channel my inner Honey Boo Boo, but my voice is too quiet.
Gah!! There are 3 kinds of Door Blockers: the ones that board and stop immediately, the ones that see you trying to get off and don’t move at all, and the ones that cause the doors to keep bouncing back open (usually because they forgot about their aforementioned backpacks). C’mon now, you are not always the last person boarding to try to not screw the person behind you. Or make it unnecessarily hard for the people trying to get to actually, you know, get off the T. And again, remember how much space your ridiculously overstuffed backpack takes up.
Pugs in laps.