Public Transportation

The only reasons I take public transport are either because: a.) my car is broken, b.) I can’t be arsed to walk, or c.) I’m feeling masochistic.

Don’t get me wrong, I know people in this day and age are busy all the time, but really? Answering your Blackberry, your iPhone and your regular cellphone at the same time while madly waving your briefcase about isn’t going to make exiting a train easier.

Nor is it polite to try and barge your way through the people waiting to exit, nearly falling over and scoffing at the person who helps you up.

Also, if you’re a teenager with a perfectly good pair of legs, please stand up and don’t pretend not to hear when an old person asks you if he or she can sit on your spot. This is coming from a fellow teenager.

And that’s why I hate public transport.