Subway and Public Transportation Etiquette - The People We Encounter - Page 74
I heard an interview with a psych who delt with the homeless in NYC and she said a lot of the stink isn't filth but rather all the types of fungus growing on these people.
on the list of things I did not need to hear today, or yesterday, or this week, or this month, this now rockets to the top.
As for all of the people jumping most of them a suicides. The city should put more efforts into suicide prevention, not spending money on infrastructure.
Hmm, I actually know somebody who works as a suicide prevention non-profit...
Homelessness is not what defines those who do this(though they might be included). And while I am sure it was said before(on this thread but it is so hilarious and true and I was excited to see someone else state what is apparent), there is a common denominator amongst the car crossers.
And to the poster who asked about stepping back as the train approaches, you are not paranoid.
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7. The Sneaker: This is the person that comes into your subway car from the car either in front or behind while the train is moving. You are not supposed to do this, it is dangerous and pointless. When the train stops just switch cars. I have also noticed that this person is usually black for some reason.
Sorry to divert, but I have to vent:
I had some scumbag coward spit on me as I was leaving the train yesterday. Have never been so infuriated in my life.
I was just reading after a long day at work...totally minding my own business. As I exited the train I felt this disgusting wet splat on the back of my head (I have a shaved head...so it was felt directly on my skin). Turned back and saw some punk teens laughing as the train was speeding away. This in the comparatively sleepy and safe Toronto. I know there are many worse things that can happen, but the derogatory connotations of getting spit on made this incident particularly infuriating.
I have never wanted to kill anybody more than those kids at that moment. Perfect ending to a busy day of tending to pieces of shit like that after they get in fights/stabbed/shot (I work as a doc at the local trauma center).
And/or next time your patching one of their kind up, hock a loogie in there before you stitch 'em back together.
Partly with this thread in mind, I got on a bus the other day. Turns out, contrary to expectation, a fair proportion of passengers on board buses in London's West End during the day are wealthy-looking yummy mummy types. I guess catching the bus rather than a taxi between £200 haircuts and £150 lunches is their way of economising during these straightened times.
i remember this post. "if I ever look at that guy, shoot me" or something is what you posted.
The spit on head story is awful. I honestly believe that is really unlikely to happen in NYC. You can't eat a plate of meatballs without getting yelled at.