Wednesday, October 15, 2008
The Daily Commute
Ever wonder what people are thinking while on their way to work? Do they forget they're in public while sitting on the bus or crammed onto the train? Do they think we can't see what they're doing through their car window? From the annoying (listening to the woman at the other end of the bus spend 20 minutes making plans for dinner) to the gross (having the guy next to you sneeze all over you on your way to work) to the dangerous (what's hard to understand about a bike lane? It's for cyclists only!) to the amusing (watching the person in the next car dance to music only they can hear). We hope you'll share your stories of the good, the bad, and the ugly. Hopefully it will provide some entertainment, and maybe get people to think a bit more about how they act on public transit and how they drive when in their own cars, and make the streets a bit safer and our commutes less stressful.
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When I bike to work, I often commute alongside guys riding brand-new scooters. My issue is this: Who gave them permission to use the bike lane? Who said it was OK to jump in and out of traffic when it becomes the least bit congested? Do those traffic control cameras capture these lane-thieves?
Now that winter is coming, there's one thing I don't feel excited about: homeless in the L. Last winter I had some terrible experiences with people on the wagon. A homeless person came into the wagon, and sat down. Then light up a joint of marihuana no problem in front of everybody. In addition the smell was mixed with some other terrible odors (I don't even want to think about them!) and all the people in the wagon couldn't stand them, so what we all did was to get out together in the next stop and get in the next wagon in the train. How many times will we have to stand this? CTA should do something about this. I understand that it's winter and homeless people need a warm place to be, but why does it have to be the public transportation and how do they get in if they don't have a CTA card either!
Amy may have heard this one, but that doesn't mean it isn't worth retelling. One morning on the pink line last winter, I overheard a woman giving out her credit card number. On the crowded train car. During rush hour.
I thought about writing it down and handing it to her to prove a point (especially since I was sitting several feet away from her) but I decided against it. Hopefully she realized her folly. Hopefully nobody else wrote the card number down.
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