The train arrives at the station. The passengers rise and crowd by the door. And....
.... Nothing. We watch the river of commuters pass. We wait. Veteran Muni riders know the drill. At some random moment, the train will jump forward. Tourists and other non-regulars will lurch about. Toes will be stepped on.
Which leads to today's mystery:
Why the hell can't the driver say, "Hold on, people. We're about to lurch forward."?
I know why today's driver couldn't. He was multi-tasking. In addition to driving the train, he was talking on his cell phone and clipping his fingernails, letting the detritus fall where it may. Gross.
At least my toes weren't crushed. It's flip-flop weather after all.
Today's Stats:
Wait time: None.
Ride time: 15 minutes.
Muni Reading: The New Yorker fashion issue. (How fabulous can people with unlimited amounts of money and huge Manhattan apartments be? Very, very fabulous.)
Irritiation level: Mild, with a moderate level of grossed-out-ness
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Yuck! I absolutely hate hearing and/or seeing nail-clipping on public transit. Especially as I know that the perpetrator is not taking his detritus with him.
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