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Writer's Block: Public Transit Nightmare
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I've had a few, which is to be expected when you live for 18+ years in a city reliant on mass transit like San Francisco. I love mass transit, no doubt, but so do millions of other people, not all of them hygienic. I'd say the ones that take the cake are:
(1) When I was taking a large suitcase downtown and had to constantly have it under me, on me, beside me-- there aren't many bus lines in San Francisco that DON'T get crowded, so I had people giving me dirty looks all because I wanted to save a buck (hey, broke college student!).
(2) One time I was on the way home from high school and I think the bus was again so crowded (always is after school) that I was standing up just before the "squeegee," or that accordion-like divider (it has an official name, I just forgot what it was). I was either rummaging through my bag or feeling over-confident; in any case, I wasn't hanging on, and the bus made a sudden stop.
There's a reason why there's stickers all over the bus and even a robotic announcement that says "Please hold on, sudden stops are sometimes necessary." I went flying backward onto my back, in lots of pain. People were laughing, and I had plenty of stops to go before I could get off. How humiliating.
I've had a few, which is to be expected when you live for 18+ years in a city reliant on mass transit like San Francisco. I love mass transit, no doubt, but so do millions of other people, not all of them hygienic. I'd say the ones that take the cake are:
(1) When I was taking a large suitcase downtown and had to constantly have it under me, on me, beside me-- there aren't many bus lines in San Francisco that DON'T get crowded, so I had people giving me dirty looks all because I wanted to save a buck (hey, broke college student!).
(2) One time I was on the way home from high school and I think the bus was again so crowded (always is after school) that I was standing up just before the "squeegee," or that accordion-like divider (it has an official name, I just forgot what it was). I was either rummaging through my bag or feeling over-confident; in any case, I wasn't hanging on, and the bus made a sudden stop.
There's a reason why there's stickers all over the bus and even a robotic announcement that says "Please hold on, sudden stops are sometimes necessary." I went flying backward onto my back, in lots of pain. People were laughing, and I had plenty of stops to go before I could get off. How humiliating.