tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77155531858709026692024-02-07T02:35:55.934-06:00CommuterologyMerriam-Webster tells us Sociology is “the systematic study of the development, structure, interaction, and collective behavior of organized groups of human beings.” A commuter is someone who travels a significant distance to work. Therefore, the study of the development structure, interaction, and collective behavior of organized groups of commuters will from now on be known as COMMUTEROLOGY.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-84797239867773221502010-12-03T10:26:00.002-06:002010-12-03T10:26:19.544-06:00A first...and hopefully a lastDental hygiene never seemed so gag worthy as today...when I saw someone flossing their teeth on the L. Oooooh sick.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-76481995134861430192010-11-04T08:24:00.000-05:002010-11-04T08:24:02.313-05:00It's the most wonderful?!?!?! time of the year.All the heat lamps are on at each train platform. The appearance of down parkas has become the norm. The forecast mentions a chance of snow...and we're all reminded just how depressing it is to head to work in the dark. <br />
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Tis the season where I take the bus four blocks to the train because I'm too cold to walk the extra seven minutes.<br />
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It's the time of year where I sit much closer than is socially accepted no matter how crowded the train is, just to steal a little bit of warmth from my neighbor. Creepy, I know, but I seek to present you with an honest account of my CTA dealings at all times.<br />
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Pretty soon, we'll all be huddled around a heat lamp on the platform trying to avoid the cold, dark morning and remember winter doesn't last forever...just through March. Sometimes April. It's Chicago. Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-35817210195145296952010-10-31T19:07:00.002-05:002010-10-31T19:07:22.584-05:00Winter GoalsMy goal is to see at least one person wearing a Snuggie on the L this winter.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-28995126888266412472010-10-28T08:23:00.000-05:002010-10-28T08:23:40.871-05:00Holy Crowds, CTAI was reminded today how people don't actually know how to be aware of the space around them. I don't feel like I take up a significant amount of space when I'm standing...though I'm generally offered much less space than I'd like. Today I got pushed over a few times. It was weird...I'm not awake enough on my train ride in to stand my ground. Literally. I pretty much fell over.<br />
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Aside from the reminder that gravity is my enemy, I got to see this lady who annoys me to DEATH but is my favorite character of all time. I'm not sure if I've written about her before, but if I haven't, I've certainly meant to.<br />
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She is about a foot shorter than I am, never, ever smiles, and is the most aggressive CTA rider I've ever seen. In five years I've not seen anyone like this. She uses her height to her advantage and sneaks through the crowd to get right up to the front of the line to board the train, standing in the direct middle of where the doors will open. No one can get off until she gets on, and no one can get on with her, even though there is room enough for two people to board at once normally. She then plants herself as close to the doors as possible, stopping all traffic flow...because she has to be the first off the train at her stop.<br />
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It's sooooooo entertaining to watch but really irritating, too, because seriously, we're all getting on a train that has standing room only. There's not really a better standing spot. And the train isn't going to leave without you, lady. The conductor is onto you and your crazy skillz. Your determination is admirable.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-246717697217140412010-10-25T22:50:00.001-05:002010-10-25T22:50:22.877-05:00Overheard on the subway"Did you accidentally kill someone?"<br />
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<br />
Well, this is disconcerting.<br />
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My stop wasn't even next.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-49310604561780496352010-10-22T08:46:00.001-05:002010-10-22T08:53:06.542-05:00Hippo Hats and Christina ApplegateFor two days in a row, the CTA has loved me dearly. Anytime I need a bus or train, I walk up just at the perfect time to catch one. There has always been a seat or a perfect place to stand, and it's been a leisurely and uneventful ride. Sad for my blogging, but happy for me. The CTA loves me...and that kind of freaks me out. A lot. It's like the CTA is buttering me up for something TERRIBLE. Oh man. <br />
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Today there was an old man wearing a hat with an airbrushed picture of a hippo on it. I loved that hat.<br />
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There was a lady who got on the train who looked like Christina Applegate a little. I assume she was with her mother, who also looked a little like Ms. Applegate. The daughter kept glaring at everyone around her, and at one point she grabbed her mom's hand and pointed out that she needed a manicure.<br />
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At least, that's what I assumed she said. I was at the other end of the train car, making up their conversation in my head. Maybe that's not normal to do? Oh well. Normal is relative, I suppose. <br />
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This is a side note, and only commuter related because it took place at Starbucks. I was standing in line trying not to tap my foot (I have to coach myself on acceptable behavior sometimes). The lady in front of me was ordering her beverage, and at the same time, was rearranging the gift cards that sit out front of the register. I don't think she realized she was doing it...just...compulsively rearranging these cards over and over and over again. It was strange. And now I will always think of that any time I purchase a gift card for anyone at Starbucks. "I wonder how many people have rearranged this?"<br />
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Also noteworthy: The sign on the subway for the Disney store. Their slogan: "Adventure awaits you." Someone wrote under the slogan "in prison, so pay your taxes."<br />
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I think a valuable lesson can be learned by all. Pay your taxes. Wear a hippo hat. And, make sure to point out how desperately your mother needs a manicure.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-84132175678588402442010-10-14T08:36:00.000-05:002010-10-14T08:36:52.589-05:00Hats and Eyelash CurlersWearing a hat that says "American GrassFed Beef" kind of stands out in Chicago. You were an odd man, sir.<br />
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It doesn't matter that I'm a woman and have used an eyelash curler before...they are a terrifying instrument and never cease to horrify me whenever I see one being used...on the subway...with a cell phone as a mirror. My goodness, woman, get up five minutes earlier and curl your eyelashes at home. You're freakin us all out here!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-340893872554087072010-09-30T10:25:00.000-05:002010-09-30T10:25:17.979-05:00It was a raceCar vs. Bike<br />
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Guess who won?<br />
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It's Chicago and King Daley (whoops. Mayor Daley) wants us all to know how bicycle friendly we are.<br />
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The bike beat us.<br />
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Sigh.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-30168900863092097192010-09-29T09:24:00.000-05:002010-09-29T09:24:07.862-05:00I don't really want to know...why I saw a pair of men's underwear laying on the sidewalk today on the way to the train.<br />
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I just...don't...want to think about it.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-64996636061340121702010-09-28T09:32:00.000-05:002010-09-28T09:32:15.446-05:00I'd like to request we ride express.The subway was stalled for a total of 97 seconds yesterday.<br />
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This aggravated one passenger in particular.<br />
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The next time the doors opened, he stepped off the train and approached the driver.<br />
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"I'd like to request we ride express, as I am already late due to your delay."<br />
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Riding express would require skipping six other stops in the mean time.<br />
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The driver politely declined, the passenger remained disgruntled, and I was thoroughly amused.<br />
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I didn't know I was on HIS timetable today. Funny.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-59088193162845403752010-09-24T08:53:00.000-05:002010-09-24T08:53:42.596-05:00Blind as a BatEh. I didn't ride the CTA this morning, but I did hang out on the Kennedy expressway for a bit.<br />
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<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">On the ride into work this morning, I kept asking Nathan if he could see ok to drive. It was horribly fuzzy out. Then I realized not only is "fuzzy" not an <b>actual</b> weather condition, but I also didn't have my contacts in. I think Nathan shook his head at me and told me to close my eyes.</span></h6>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-76598416054825404822010-09-15T09:01:00.000-05:002010-09-15T09:01:10.414-05:00Gum ChewersIt is socially unacceptable to put your hand next to someone's chin and say "Spit out your gum, now, please."<br />
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I reminded myself of how socially unacceptable this was when the gum chomper next to me was determined to drive me off the train.<br />
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There are worse things, I suppose...but gum chomping at 7am is pretty bad. If it's loud enough to be heard in a crowded train...you are chewing too loud.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-64926698108434050182010-09-10T08:41:00.000-05:002010-09-10T08:41:32.795-05:00Overheard on the subway..."So are you still doing the lawyer thing?"<br />
"Yeah, yeah. I'm still a lawyer. Have four kids now, too."<br />
"Wow. Four? I have a son. He's 7. or 8. 8. Yeah. He's 8."<br />
"My beautiful little girl is 12 now. More like...evil and angsty. That's gonna be fun."<br />
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hahahahahahaha. Ahhh dads. Speaking the truth.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-26288283796192079642010-09-09T08:45:00.001-05:002010-09-09T08:52:04.706-05:00Well, CTA, You Win.You win the Rudeness Awards.<br />
I am so disappointed in humanity today. It's so sad.<br />
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This morning, everyone on the CTA wins the Rudeness Award.<br />
To the bus driver who called a passenger an idiot:<br />
You, sir, win the Rudeness Award for Rude and Inappropriate Responses While on the Job.<br />
(poor man must have pulled the emergency stop handle or something-I didn't quite see-which, is dangerous and you are not supposed to do, but it sounded like he didn't quite understand you are supposed to pull the cord by the window not the red handle above the door. He was very confused and stammered an apology before getting off the bus after the driver yelled "WHY DID YOU DO THAT, YOU IDIOT?" First of all, it is NEVER, EVER ok to call anyone a name, especially in public, and even though we seem to think in our culture that we are entitled to raise our voices anytime we please, it is selfish and rude). So congratulations bus driver. You are horrible.<br />
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To the four men directly facing a pregnant woman while seated:<br />
You with the Rudeness Award for Didn't Your Mother Raise You Better Than That?<br />
She had two large bags with her and was clearly pregnant. Not in the "if I offer her a seat will she be offended because she thinks I'm calling her fat?" way, but in the "if you're not pregnant, then you are hiding a basketball under your dress" way. Gentlemen, offer your seats. Guess what, even if she wasn't pregnant, it is <i>still</i> polite to offer your seat to a lady, especially if she has luggage with her. Your kindness would not go unnoticed and anyone who would be offended by that politeness should be disregarded and it be understood that they are not the norm. It is simply polite. And you four were looking straight at her. There is no way you couldn't have seen that she needed a seat. Come on men, step up.<br />
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To the two very tall men who felt it necessary to stretch their legs out across the aisle on the purple line:<br />
You two win the Rudeness Award for This Is Not Your Living Room.<br />
I know you are tall. I know you have long legs. But you need to move them so that people can properly board and exit the train.<br />
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To the exit blockers:<br />
You win the Rudeness Award for Refusing To Be Aware of Your Surroundings.<br />
You cause people to push and shove and raise their voices so they can get off the train thus perpetuating the trend of rudeness and the need for Rudeness Awards, just because you have forgotten to take a quick look around to see if anyone might need to get past you when you are STANDING IN FRONT OF THE DOORS.<br />
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To the truck that blew the stop sign while I was in the crosswalk:<br />
You win the Rudeness Award for Failing to Follow the Traffic Laws.<br />
Do they not apply to you? Do you feel it is ok to speed up when you see a pedestrian?<br />
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This year's Rudeness Award Ceremony will be conducted at Clark and Lake, as we all stand on the escalators and block the turn styles while gobs and gobs of people try to make it onto the Blue Line. I find it only fitting.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-77390546974050486492010-09-07T18:41:00.000-05:002010-09-07T18:41:36.765-05:0066, you are a jokeReally.<br />
Today there were two of you, one right behind the other. The first was FULL. The second nearly passed me by, then honked the horn because I apparently didn't board the bus fast enough.<br />
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Dear Bus Driver,<br />
I cannot board your bus until the doors are open. Don't be a jerk.<br />
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Then the Blue Line proclaimed its undying love to me today by taking much, much longer than usual. I guess the Blue Line missed me.<br />
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Oh CTA. Relationships take work. I feel I do most of it in this one, though.<br />
Like sitting next to the smelly people.<br />
I'll be glad when it's freezing. It acts like deodorant for those who don't actually wear it.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-7805402788476676102010-09-02T20:28:00.000-05:002010-09-02T20:28:47.484-05:00Standers.I CANNOT HANDLE PEOPLE WHO STAND THERE.<br />
The last couple of days I have noticed a trend. People who stand directly in the middle of the aisle, of the platform, of the sidewalk. They are walking towards you. They make eye contact. They knowwww you are walking in their direction. They fake left, they dodge right and then...they STAND. They stand and look at you all irritated when you try to redirect and almost run into them.<br />
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Also I heard someone refer to a third party in their phone conversation (which they were yelling into their cell phone) as "Baby Doll." That was her name. Baby Doll.<br />
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The bus had to shut off the ignition and turn it back on again--happens on occasion. The person screaming into their cell phone also screamed: "The bus died. I'm about to walk." The second the bus turned off.<br />
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I was about to walk because she was screaming into her cell phone. Manners people. Manners.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-18827250242893524932010-08-23T07:34:00.000-05:002010-08-23T07:34:06.756-05:00This Just In:The Chicago River is infested with alligators.<br />
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By infested I mean they found alligator #2 and have been trying to catch it.<br />
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While I doubt anyone really wants to swim in that green mess of a river....just, uh, watch out for gators??Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-68838821395713652252010-08-20T09:19:00.000-05:002010-08-20T09:19:47.016-05:00I don't ride my bicycleBecause I am afraid I would be injured or done away with by my loving CTA.<br />
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Riding home last week on my beloved bus, I unsuspectingly took an empty seat. Innocuous enough. It was a pretty full bus, but it was the little punks who think they can't MOVE TO THE BACK OF THE BUS that were making it so full. I sat down, and the weird guy next to me said "Why stand when you can sit, right?" Right you are, Weirdy. Right you are. He continued to awkwardly look at me periodically...and then got off of the bus one block before my street. That doesn't make me uncomfortable at all. I just love when I learn weird people live in my neighborhood.<br />
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As you have probably noticed...the things that weird me out are probably just every day occurrences that I happen to over dramatize. So what? My life is far more entertaining this way.<br />
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This morning I was in a car (*gasp!* I will write my apology letter to the CTA and the environment later [ha. al gore. ha]. But considering the CTA and I have a very unhealthy and co dependent relationship, I don't feel the least bit guilty about it) and I saw a gentleman waiting for a bus. I use the term "gentleman" loosely.<br />
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He was probably 21, nice looking, khaki shorts, polo...nothing too out of the ordinary....until I saw him pulling at a wedgie (classy, I know. I shudder to type that word...wedgie...but there's really no other way to put it, and the story simply must be told) and noticed he was wearing white socks with his adidas athletic sandals. Ohmygoodnesswholetyououtofthehouselikethat????<br />
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Poor guy. Probably thought I was staring at him for totally different reasons.<br />
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A special thank you to<a href="http://www.postcardsfromyomomma.com/"> Postcards for letting me chill out on their blogroll</a>. I'm not tech savvy enough to make it really evident that I'm following them as a blogger, so here is a plug for them as a thank you.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-46088147002638316362010-08-19T17:24:00.001-05:002010-08-19T17:25:56.612-05:00Dirty looksI've said this before. I don't like drive-by-parenting...and I don't like dirty looks on the train.<br />
I was being herded through the Loop with the cattle headed toward the Metra. Everyone is headed the same direction, except the one very tall gentleman in the fedora playing the clarinet. That was odd, but lovely. Good job, my friend. Well done.<br />
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As I head to the platform, I see the cattle, erm, passengers are waiting patiently (read: swearing, pushing, and shoving. Their kindergarten teachers would be so mortified) for the train. It was a minute or two late, so once it got there the cattle, erm, passengers spontaneously morphed into a swarm of bees and began loading the train. Despite my undying love for crowded, hot, and sticky train platforms in the middle of summer, I navigated my way to a less crowded car.<br />
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Thank you, beautiful man who sat next to me for the first eight stops. You were pleasant to sit next to, even if we both were listening to our iPods.<br />
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I selected my playlist for the ride, and at some point, some children made their way to the seat behind me and were playing their nintendo something or other (I don't know what the kids call them these days...we had a SEGA genesis growing up and that's about as cool as we got). I noticed the lady in front of me was quite disturbed there were children in this car. "Can they not see this is the ADULTS ONLY car? Did their mother not teach them children should be neither seen nor heard?" she mumbled under her breath. (Ok that is not true, but doesn't it make you hate her anyway? I knowwwww she was thinking it).<br />
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I must have been pressing too hard on the seat in front of me with my knees. I've got long legs. It's not my fault. Anyway, I barely brushed the seat in front of me and the lady immediately spun her head around exorcist style and gave me a look that could kill anyone in a twenty mile radius. As she turned back around and I tried to keep from imagining the ways I could irritate her further, Mr. Beautiful next to me started cracking up as soon as he saw me laugh at the lady ahead. Thank you, Mr. Beautiful, for laughing with me through this awkward and unnecessary interaction.<br />
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It's nothing a little Cake can't fix. The band, not the tasty treat.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-75936611040269141452010-08-04T21:20:00.000-05:002010-08-04T21:20:44.188-05:00Just because you can......Doesn't mean you should.<br />
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Riding the bus last night to meet some friends for dinner, I innocently turn my head to look at the back of the bus, because I like to be aware of my surroundings.<br />
<br />
I accidentally make eye contact with a stranger (I try not to...)<br />
<br />
He winked at me.<br />
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Awkward. Uncomfortable. Heart racing (not in the "I'm so flattered!" way, in the "I'm gonna die, I just know it." way). Breaths shortening. Anxiety rising.<br />
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My stop is up.<br />
<br />
He follows me off the bus.<br />
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I pull out my cell phone. "Jon! Either you or your wife needs to let me in your apartment NOW. Please. Just. Be. There. Right. Now. Thanks."<br />
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Crisis averted.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-18360690279111026102010-07-15T08:40:00.000-05:002010-07-15T08:40:06.861-05:00I can't believe I just saw that!I saw a gentleman on the bus today. He was wearing a jean jacket vest. I call it a jean jacket vest because it was clear it used to be a jean jacket, but he had modified it to fit his personality by cutting off the sleeves. He had full tattoo sleeves. He also had a mullet like I had never seen before. A mullet...complete with dreadlocks. Kill me now.<br />
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There is a girl that rides my bus every morning. She needs to set her alarm for five minutes earlier. I wouldn't normally comment on people who rush or run late because I am perpetually five minutes late everywhere I go, but this is a little ridiculous. She runs like mad up to the bus, often flagging it down in between stops. She then THROWS her giant handbag on the floor of the bus, crouches down to dig for her wallet, then tries to steady herself while the bus pulls away and she searches for her CTA card. She then walks down the aisle, plops into a seat breathing heavily with her mouth open, and proceeds to put on way too much makeup to look natural. She really stresses me out. Just watching the ordeal every morning sends me into a slight panic.<br />
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Speaking of slight panic...I switched my route around again because I am just as easily bored as I am entertained. When I go to switch lines, there are always two ladies outside the station handing out Red Eye papers. I say "handing out" when I really mean hurling them at people or standing directly in front of them forcing them to take a red eye paper with them. Now, I enjoy the publication as much as the next girl, but at 7:15 in the morning, I can't handle someone shoving a paper into my hands while I'm digging for my CTA card. Listen, you scary ladies, I'll take a red eye when I get off at my stop. You freak me out too much. Good luck.<br />
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Last but not least....I saw a man today whose pants were not covering what they were supposed to cover. ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-43225873638739259052010-07-12T10:38:00.002-05:002010-07-12T10:38:53.630-05:00Thank you for medicatingDo you remember this<a href="http://commuterology.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-with-marlo-thomas.html"> gentleman</a>?<br />
Guess who made a surprise appearance on the 76 bus this morning?<br />
He assured me he had taken his medication this morning.<br />
How delightful.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-21183284760573806312010-07-11T22:46:00.002-05:002010-07-11T22:46:48.884-05:00To the gentleman next to meIt really weirds me out that you were pulling out your beard. That is all. Good night, sir.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-54881627571330361982010-06-22T14:37:00.002-05:002010-06-22T14:38:40.678-05:00Rocking out to your own soundtrackToday, this adorable dude on the bus decided he was going to have his very own dance party. He had his headphones in and it went a little something like this:<br />
"So I put my hands up<br />
They're playing my song, <br />
And the butterflies fly away <br />
Noddin' my head like yeah <br />
Moving my hips like yeah, <br />
And I got my hands up, <br />
They're playin my song <br />
I know I'm gonna be ok <br />
Yeah, It's a party on the CTA <br />
Yeah, It's a party on the CTA"<br />
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<pre></pre><pre>Just sayin' my friend...be aware of your surroundings...</pre><pre>or...I'm glad you're that confident in yourself. </pre><pre></pre>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715553185870902669.post-15506151177419146732010-06-10T21:36:00.000-05:002010-06-10T21:36:46.714-05:00I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!She said, as the conductor announced we would be standing for two or three minutes. She doesn't have time to wait two or three minutes on the train. I feel sorry for her, she must never get a break. It's two minutes.<br />
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Today was awesome band t shirt day. I saw someone wearing a Pedro the Lion shirt this morning and thought, "This is great! I love that band! No one really knows them anymore!" and then, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I saw someone wearing a shirt that said "The Decemberists." Amazing. That just doesn't happen.<br />
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Today as I took a rare seat on the train on my way into work this morning, I noticed a raisin on my seat. How happy I was that I noticed the raisin...that would have been a tragic. . .Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092407112286601205noreply@blogger.com0