Created from popular demand, this blog is all about the misadventures of a commuting everywoman, me. Here you will be able to immerse yourself in the gritty and unpleasant underworld of one of the largest commuter train systems in the country, the Long Island Rail Road. As a self-appointed "commutologist" with almost 10 years of informal field experience in the train sciences, I will faithfully identify and chronicle my interactions with the creatures that inhabit this world.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Danger Signs
There are two loud, gum-smacking, opinionated broads, on the sunny side of middle age, and sitting center car. I fear violence will soon be ensuing. This species of commuter is an anomaly, a glitch in the Matrix if you will. These carefree thrill-seekers know but willfully choose to disregard the rules of the rail. They talk too loudly, they express their dubious insight and trade sage wisdoms back and forth, loosely based on what one can only assume is their vast knowledge of the world, its many cultures and all current events. As to keeping the decibels down to a dull roar, well, these risk-takers....they just don't care. They repeatedly ignore warning signs like the all-too-familiar disapproving cough, they dismiss the exceptionally-loud paper rustle, and the many dirty looks. They choose not to recognize the angry hum of a mob starting to form. These bold, reckless commuters are not only a danger to themselves, but also to others should things get ugly. An innocent bystander could be injured by an eye-dart and a particularly vicious glare has been known to cause multiple contusions and even blood loss. I think we are fast approaching Defcon 3...we are too close for missiles, we're switching to guns, Goose...
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