fun on the metra.

Ahh, nothing says fun like the Metra. Today, the Metra was running late, but I was ok…no hat, but I was rocking out to Maddona’s new CD: Confessions on a Dancefloor. Once the train came, it did not stop in it’s usual spot so everyone’s “position” was off. Again, not a problem for me, I really do not care if I do not get the first seat available. Next thing I know, I have someone behind me that keeps running into me as I am walking with probably 25 people towards the Metra door. I look around the first time and give a confused look (why are you so eager?), then the second time I mumble “jesus”. The third time, I was really frustrated and I let out a “What the f***?”, because it is ridiculous. We are all adults, and yet getting on the train this morning was like trying to get out of a building on fire. People were coming in from the side and shoving themselves in front of me, I have the idiot behind me shoving me forward, and others boxing people out from the other side. Lovely I think. Luckily I found an open seat…the death seat (front most seat on the train). The death seat is comprised of two seats that face each other, usually shared by 2 people so you do not have to worry about banging knees and being super crowded. Believe me, three is a crowd. Well, just about a week ago, someone decided they wanted to sit 3 in a similar seat situation with me in the middle. With little legroom, I was scrunched in between 2 other people. Nothing says fun like being squashed for over 45 minutes. I went home and complained to A about this and she said “why didn’t you just move?”. I thought about it for a few minutes and decided if this were to happen again, I would move. (For non-Metra riders…sitting 3 in a seat like this is a major faux pax) Well, it happened today and as soon as the jack ass tried to sit down, I got up and took off to find a new seat. 2006 is going to be the year of “stop complaining and do something about it”. 😉