When I went to add the previous post to Twitter, I saw this gem from @GOTrainHate:
[Video was removed. Damn!]
Let me tell you what it was...
Some dizzy bitch is blow drying...ACTUALLY BLOW DRYING!!...her hair on the GO Train, using the window as a mirror. The people around her don't even seem to be reacting.
I'd have to be pretty fucking drunk to do this. I have cajones, but they're not big enough to pull that off.
Wow. And I get upset when people put on make-up. Clearly I need to set the bar a little higher.
Edit: RonNasty pointed out to me that the video has now been removed. That's funny, really. I only saw it a few hours ago. This says to me that everyone (quite possibly including the 'director') knew that was wrong on so many levels.
January 31, 2012
We arrive at Union Station. I walk down the stairs and join the queue. I'm standing on the mid-level, right below the stairs. There is a man in front of me and line of people to the door. Some guy stands right behind me. So close that I can't move without touching him. He has a newspaper open and he's reading.
Now, I know that my pesonal space is quite large and I have issues with strangers touching me. But this guy was all up in my face. Or ass, if you will. I kept glancing back but he wouldn't back off.
The queue moves and we're standing at the doorway. He follows right behind me, stepping on my heels. I look back. Give him the evil eye.
When I turn back...and we're still waiting for the doors to open...Bubba has the nerve...the fucking nerve!...to press his fat belly up against me.
I just about hurled. I turned around and glared at him. He just looked at me as if to say "What? You want a piece of this?"
No sir, I do NOT want a piece of you. I can't imagine anyone does.
"Back off!" I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Fucker."
Now, I know that my pesonal space is quite large and I have issues with strangers touching me. But this guy was all up in my face. Or ass, if you will. I kept glancing back but he wouldn't back off.
The queue moves and we're standing at the doorway. He follows right behind me, stepping on my heels. I look back. Give him the evil eye.
When I turn back...and we're still waiting for the doors to open...Bubba has the nerve...the fucking nerve!...to press his fat belly up against me.
I just about hurled. I turned around and glared at him. He just looked at me as if to say "What? You want a piece of this?"
No sir, I do NOT want a piece of you. I can't imagine anyone does.
"Back off!" I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Fucker."
January 23, 2012
That's it! I've had enough!!
I'm riding up the escalator this morning. I can see there is a crowd at the top of the stairs. A woman, just behind me and to my right, tripped on the escalator because there wasn't enough room for her to step off.
There wasn't enough room because the landing was crowded with stupid people. Stupid lemmings who were funnelling through the ONE door that was open. Is everyone so mentally challenged that they can't even push the door open?
But the lemmings weren't the entire reason for the crowding.
There were two ditsy bitches standing at the top of the narrow stairwell, peering through the glass wall, waiting for the 7:01. Why are you are you standing there? Global warming has taken over and it is downright balmy today...8°C so says the weather man. It is NOT cold outside. And if you think it is, maybe you should dress better for the weather. It is January, after all. It tends to cool down a little this time of year.
GO Transit needs to get on the ball and monitor the stairwells. Tell people to get the fuck outside. The shelters along the platform are there for a reason. If commuters don't want to stand outside like the rest of us, then they can drive to work.
Don't kid yourself, GO Transit. If someone is injured because the stairwell was crowded, you will be found negligent. And everyone who has been injured in the past will come forward. God, I love the smell of a class-action in the morning!
I'm riding up the escalator this morning. I can see there is a crowd at the top of the stairs. A woman, just behind me and to my right, tripped on the escalator because there wasn't enough room for her to step off.
There wasn't enough room because the landing was crowded with stupid people. Stupid lemmings who were funnelling through the ONE door that was open. Is everyone so mentally challenged that they can't even push the door open?
But the lemmings weren't the entire reason for the crowding.
There were two ditsy bitches standing at the top of the narrow stairwell, peering through the glass wall, waiting for the 7:01. Why are you are you standing there? Global warming has taken over and it is downright balmy today...8°C so says the weather man. It is NOT cold outside. And if you think it is, maybe you should dress better for the weather. It is January, after all. It tends to cool down a little this time of year.
GO Transit needs to get on the ball and monitor the stairwells. Tell people to get the fuck outside. The shelters along the platform are there for a reason. If commuters don't want to stand outside like the rest of us, then they can drive to work.
Don't kid yourself, GO Transit. If someone is injured because the stairwell was crowded, you will be found negligent. And everyone who has been injured in the past will come forward. God, I love the smell of a class-action in the morning!
January 9, 2012
Listen, jackass...I was polite enough to let you in front of me into the queue of people getting off the train. I could have pressed myself against the man in front of me as though I knew him in a "knew him" way, but I didn't. I thought I'd be nice and let you in.
And you, you ditz, with the pink ear buds, I let you in, too. Even though you were popping your gum (which I hate. What are you, six?).
Did either one of you say thank you? Glance up at me, make eye contact for a moment and smile? No. Nothing from either of you. No acknowledgement, not even a careless shrug.
And people wonder why I'm such a bitch.
And you, you ditz, with the pink ear buds, I let you in, too. Even though you were popping your gum (which I hate. What are you, six?).
Did either one of you say thank you? Glance up at me, make eye contact for a moment and smile? No. Nothing from either of you. No acknowledgement, not even a careless shrug.
And people wonder why I'm such a bitch.
January 6, 2012
Am I the only person who gets pissed off at the scrum jumpers? I'm talking about the people who join the group of commuters already gathered together at the point on the platform we're all sure the conductor will align the car door.
Completely aside from this rant, let's all agree that the conduct screws this up on a regular basis. Now let's move on.
When I arrive at the station in the morning, there are perhaps ten people positioned where I usually get on. I stand at the back of the scrum. Many of the people who come after me walk straight to the front and stand at the yellow line. Really? Who are you that you're more important than the other people who were here ten minutes ago? Do you mind if I 'accidentally' step on the back of your heel when you walk in front of me?
The evening shenanigans are not much different. The crowd gathers at the double doors to the stairwell. There's always a few fuckers that have to come from way behind us and try to get in at the front. Yeah, well, not on my watch, buddy. If I can, I'll block you. If you manage to weasel your way in front of me, I'm not breaking stride and I will step on your heels.
It never fails that the buddinskies are the slow walkers, meandering down the corridor like it's a lazy summer stroll. Seriously? You cut me off back there and now you're going to drag your feet? Get the fuck outta my way.
Completely aside from this rant, let's all agree that the conduct screws this up on a regular basis. Now let's move on.
When I arrive at the station in the morning, there are perhaps ten people positioned where I usually get on. I stand at the back of the scrum. Many of the people who come after me walk straight to the front and stand at the yellow line. Really? Who are you that you're more important than the other people who were here ten minutes ago? Do you mind if I 'accidentally' step on the back of your heel when you walk in front of me?
The evening shenanigans are not much different. The crowd gathers at the double doors to the stairwell. There's always a few fuckers that have to come from way behind us and try to get in at the front. Yeah, well, not on my watch, buddy. If I can, I'll block you. If you manage to weasel your way in front of me, I'm not breaking stride and I will step on your heels.
It never fails that the buddinskies are the slow walkers, meandering down the corridor like it's a lazy summer stroll. Seriously? You cut me off back there and now you're going to drag your feet? Get the fuck outta my way.
January 4, 2012
Alright. New Year. New Attitude. Right?
I thought about deleting this blog. Being this angry can't possibly be healthy. Then I reminded myself that keeping it all in isn't either.
So...
All you idiots who stand at the top of the escalator at the Ajax GO Station need to get the fuck out outside. It's January. There's thing we call winter that happens every year. It gets cold. There's also this really neat invention called a Winter Coat.
Get one.
I get that it's cold outside. But you, standing at the top of the escalator, blocking the doorway, impeding the flow of traffic, is only making things worse. There isn't enough room at the top to have everyone standing there AND have people come up the escalator and go out the door. The flow of traffic gets backed up, people are stuck on the escalator--which is still moving, I might add--and it becomes a domino effect.
It's dangerous.
Grow a pair, get your ass outside with the rest of us, and get the hell outta the way.
I thought about deleting this blog. Being this angry can't possibly be healthy. Then I reminded myself that keeping it all in isn't either.
So...
All you idiots who stand at the top of the escalator at the Ajax GO Station need to get the fuck out outside. It's January. There's thing we call winter that happens every year. It gets cold. There's also this really neat invention called a Winter Coat.
Get one.
I get that it's cold outside. But you, standing at the top of the escalator, blocking the doorway, impeding the flow of traffic, is only making things worse. There isn't enough room at the top to have everyone standing there AND have people come up the escalator and go out the door. The flow of traffic gets backed up, people are stuck on the escalator--which is still moving, I might add--and it becomes a domino effect.
It's dangerous.
Grow a pair, get your ass outside with the rest of us, and get the hell outta the way.
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