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.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Perdue Oven-Stuffer Commuters
Strategically undesirable train seat today but really, my building elevator is slow as mole-asses so it took a lot of time to get to the lobby today and out the door. Ended up huffing to Penn, then huffing some more to the last few cars where there were still a few seats to be had and STILL ended up in a 2-seater where the blimp next to me with his arm liberally coated with saw-dust is taking up half my seat with his ample thigh meat. If he was an oven-stuffer roaster I'd eat him...with a side of fava beans....
Friday, July 16, 2010
Air Con
In response to the record high temperatures, the LIRR in its infinite wisdom (and ability to waste money) has jacked up the air conditioning so high on trains that I think I just lost 2 toes to frostbite on my morning ride in. Of course, as soon as the doors open at Penn, I will be shortly suffering from heat exhaustion and missing toes means I won't be able to exit the station quickly. Bummer.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
To SBD or not to SBD...
OMFG....some guy one row up on the aisle seat just detonated an atomic bomb. I think by the way he was studiously looking out the window with a blush of bright red creeping up his neck that this explosion was, in fact, supposed to be an SBD....only the force of exit caused a loud squeal against the rubber of the seat that was unmistakable. I hope this poor bastard doesn't have internal damage.....
Unbelievable
Some uncouth heathen decided it would be a good idea to eat a hot dog on the train. I'm not sure what else I could add here....
Curry, Redux
My middle seat mate smells like he took a bath in curry-scented garlic. And he's been leaning on me for the last 30 mins. I spilled a little coffee on the tail of his shirt *cough* by accident, of course. Hey, if I'm going to remain civilized enough NOT to elbow him in the ribs, I have to have some sort of recompense for my troubles.....
Urban Survival Episode
The guy up front is hacking and coughing. I think his lung just fell out of his mouth onto his laptop. Either that or it's a hairball. Either way, not lookin good for the home team. I bet if Bear Grylls was doing an Urban Survival show about the LIRR he's use this guy's lung as a hammock, or he'd eat it raw.
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