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Thursday, November 24, 2011

Every bag tells a story

Wednesday night's 5:53pm express from Union to Oshawa.

When I get on, the train is 75% full. I take the first seat available in a quad opposite a dude and a chick with her very large bag on the seat across from her. She's on her iPhone, yapping with a lot of likes and um, and uh, and you know, like?

The train continues to fill. She makes no motion to remove the bag even though I'm eyeballing it and waiting for someone to ask her to move it so they can sit. No dice. Holy crap, people are way too polite.

This girl doesn't even take a breath. And she's crowded herself against the window and facing out that way so as it to indicate through her body language that if no one can see her face, no one will ask her to move her bag.

She talks. And she talks. Finally, the train is standing room only and we begin to pull out of Union. She's still talking and I've gotten busy tweeting about her.

This is all kinds of rude.

Amazingly at no point, even through the Rouge Valley dead zone, did she lose any cell signal. I contemplated a few times slapping her on the arm to get her attention but then figured, why the hell should I do all the work to free up a seat for someone who doesn't have the balls to tell her to move her crap?

After Pickering, she decides she needs to get more comfortable and throws her dirty, caked-on-muddy boots onto the seat. I had enough at this point. After Ajax, there was enough room for me to move to change seats so I didn't have to listen to her stupid pirate hooker conversation with her friend. As I was leaving, I did say very loudly, I sure hope you bought a second ticket for your bag and walked up the stairs to sit somewhere else.

Entitlement? Absolutely.

These are the clowns some have raised.

7 comments:

Vicky said...

Hey Cj
I was on the same train and was on the platform with this girl. When I saw I was like where the hell is she gonna put that thing. There weren't a lot of people when the train showed up so I figured she would sit in either the 2seat or 3seat bench. But no she picked a quad and didn't even pick an outside seat where she could put the suitcase beside her. She was talking on her phone well before she sat down.
Funny enough I was thinking about your website when I saw her and also wondering how long she'd be able to keep her bag there once the train got full.
It is rude. There were loads of people standing and she could have even gone to the middle section and sat in the single seat with the bag tucked in a corner.
So to let everyone know this girl made no attempt to be accomodating or mindful of her belongings. And the people boarding who feel they can't say something? Yes you can, where she can put her bag after you ask her to move it is HER PROBLEM. Not yours. She's the inconsiderate one, not you.

Anonymous said...

Actually, she should have been the one standing. Period.

Squiggles said...

I agree with Anon. If you are going to take up a seat with your crap, you give up your right to sit. That way, you are still only using one seat!

But wow, who the hell can talk on the phone for over an hour? That is insane.

Anonymous said...

She was probably coming from teh occupy Toronto camp! hehe

matt said...

Your latest blog about the ‘big bag’ segue’s nicely into my ride in this morning.  I got on the 8:07 train at Bramalea Station, and made my way up to the half-level seats.  In the 3-seat section (2 seats facing forward, one facing sideways), there was a woman sleeping in the window-seat of the 2-seat bench.  She had kindly taken the time to stow her worldly possessions under the seat (she was one of those mystical 3-bagger commuters, who carry a purse, a 2

nd bag, and a suitcase), so as to not be required to rouse when someone wanted to sit in one of the seats she would have no doubt otherwise had to use for her belongings.  What she did not do, however, was plan for the contingency that someone else might need to stow their bag under the seat as well.  I sat beside her, and noticed that her rolling suitcase (LOVES dem rolling suitcases!) was laying on its side under HER seat, handle fully extended under MY seat. 

 

So what did I do?  I didn’t wake her up; I’m not nearly nice enough for that.  I just put my fairly heavy bag right on top of her extend-o-pain-in-my-ass suitcase handle, under my seat.  I hope I bent it.

ExGOnowTTC said...

I propose that every GO train come with one bag and feet carriage. That way all the people who insist or a seat for their bags, and putting their feet on seats can fight it out. It'll be hilarious!

Anonymous said...

I cannot believe NO ONE said anything. I sure as hell would've!!