Showing posts with label commuting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label commuting. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

COMMUTER COMMANDMENTS


As a native New Yorker who has been riding the rails for my entire life, I’ve seen and experienced some pretty incredible things.  I’ve missed stops due to passengers who refused to allow free passage through doorways.  I’ve even been the victim of a crazy person who felt it appropriate to literally jump onto my back to fit herself into a crowded #4 train.  Yeah… she jumped onto my back, wrapping her twiggy legs around my waist, hanging on so tightly that she ripped the lining of my coat.  Two men who were squished in next to me, grabbed her and tossed her knuckle-dragging, occipital-bun having, clearly hanging on the outer limits of sanity self out of the crowded train and onto her behind on the platform, as the train doors slid closed.  She still managed to nearly rip my coat from my back and definitely managed to frighten the hell out of me! 

I’ve seen a rat walking up the flight of stairs to the street level making perfectly normal looking people knock each other over like bowling pins in an attempt to get out of Remy the rat’s way.  (Sorry kindly looking lady in the stylish blue seersucker suit… I really didn’t mean it.)

Anyhow, as I see it, in order to make everyone’s commute more tolerable (as commuting via public transportation can scarcely be characterized as pleasant) it boils down to a few key issues.  If you can adhere to some of them, most people can probably co-exist without having the urge to assault their fellow straphanger. 


1.  Thou shalt not groom
Every morning, without fail, I am sitting next to or standing beside someone who insists on continuing their unfinished morning personal grooming ritual on a crowded subway train.  This one is for the ladies… putting on a full face of makeup is considered personal grooming!  Brushing ones hair is also considered personal grooming and I would no more expect to witness you brushing your teeth or putting on deodorant on the subway. 

While makeup application and hair brushing are certainly annoying, dandruff scratching, zit popping and nail clipping are downright nasty and unhygienic… and I implore you to not engage in these behaviors in public.  Dandruff, pus and nail bits are not for sharing.       

2. Thou shalt not scarf
By this I mean eat meals on the subway.  Firstly, the odor of limburger and tuna may turn you on but might be gag inducing for some other passengers and everyone should be able to ride the subway without experiencing olfactory assault.  This commandment also extends itself to preparing meals on the subway.  A man was witnessed on the L train, recently, rifling through a shopping bag only to pull from it a loaf of bread, cold cuts and condiments, which he spread out over the adjacent seat (on a copy of the New York Times… for housekeeping purposes I suppose?!??) and proceeded to meticulously assemble and eat a sandwich… right there on a seat on the L train during rush hour.  Go figure.  In that vein, I’ve also seen people eat meals (pre-prepared thankfully) on the subway and discard the containers under seats just to have it tip over and have chicken bones rattling around all over the floor or discard half consumed sodas that soon spill and create a sticky mess… so gross.  Bottom line is the consumption of food and drink while commuting is rarely smooth.  Eat at home.  You're not saving any time.

3. Thou shalt not gag commuters with excessive PDAs
So, I get the whole love thing, but subway Public Displays of Affection (PDA) is gross!  Peck kisses are cute, but I don't want strangers doing it near my face.  Making out on a crowded subway is rude, and I assure you that no one wants to see your tongue dart around another person's mouth.  Let me also mention that there is no such thing as “sneaky” groping when you are packed into a tiny, underground space with a bunch of other people.  Sneaky groping is probably ruder than overt groping because it implies that you think your fellow subway riders are stupid… rent a room.  In short, deep tongue kissing, canoodling, sitting in laps, groping and of course anything beyond that should not be done during a subway ride… please!

4. Thou shalt not pole hug
Shouldn’t it be common sense that you should not hug a pole on a crowded subway?  Just as you shouldn't take up more than one seat on a crowded subway, you shouldn't take up more than one hand placement on a subway pole... and it goes without saying that using the pole as a back-scratcher is also unacceptable.  Speaking of seat hogging…  don't take up too much space on the seat.  You should only take up one seat.  Your laptop doesn't take priority over another passenger.  Men: you’re your genitals do not require you to spread your legs that far apart.  I’m just sayin’.

5. Thou shall remain clothed at all times
I was on a crowded #1 train taking my son to school one morning when a fellow commuter took off his shirt to sleep more comfortably on the subway.  Granted, he had a tank top underneath, but this man allowed his entire upper body to lounge free as a bird all over the seat as if he was sleeping on his home sofa.  Sure, you can catch up on some Z's while you’re commuting, but please remember that you are NOT at home taking a nap.  Leave your clothes on, people!  And if you have the misfortune of standing next to a person who is publicly disrobing, and their flesh is intruding into your space, you are allowed to wake them.  Kindly tap their arm, leg, neck, back of their hand… it’s whatever at this point, and ask if they wouldn't mind putting their shirt back on.  If they refuse, then get the heck out of dodge because the Lord only knows what will come off next.  EEW! 

6.  Thou shalt not deafen fellow straphangers
It’s seven in the morning on a crowded but quiet subway train.  Doors open at the next stop and you hear a voice, an annoying voice!  As it gets louder, other commuters exchange looks of dread, and suddenly, The Cell Phone Talker (CPT) bursts in, bellowing into her phone with a thick New York accent and devil may care attitude.  This scene plays out time and time again and it is über annoying each and every time.  Cut your conversation short, read a book and you may actually make it to your destination without pissing someone off enough to incite a rail rage situation.  This also applies to singing or rapping along with whatever music you’re listening to.    
     
Also, if the person next to you on the subway stares at you for what feels like a moment too long, like you might have something on your face, it's likely not because you are a vision of loveliness (though you may well be).  The blank stare is probably because he or she can hear the music coming out of your headphones.  Might want to turn that volume down.  Decibels kill… hearing.

7. Thou shalt not disseminate contagion
If you’re sick, stay at home!  If you decide that you need to spread contagion to your co-workers and decide to take the subway into your office, please just minimize the spread of contagion by following a few simple guidelines.  First, if you cough or sneeze, cover your mouth.  You should use the inside of your arm to do this.  DO NOT use your hand and then grab the pole!  That’s nasty and germy.  Also, keep your fingers out of your nose for obvious reasons (whether or not your sick) and please carry AND use tissues to conduct mucus management.  Keep your used tissues in your pocket, bags, hands, bra, socks or wherever on your person you’d like but DO NOT discard them on the subway. 

8. Thou shalt not funkdafy the subway   
I was on a very crowded #6 train recently and was standing unfortunately belly to belly with what looked to be a harmless looking young man.  Suddenly, he opened his mouth, peeled back his lips and yawned right in my face!  No hand over his mouth, no turned head, just a full on frontal assault of my senses.  The boy was a fire-breathing dragon!  The funk which emanated from the depths of this young man’s body singed my eyebrows, charred the lining of my nasal passages, caused my eyes to tear and my gag reflex kicked into gear… not pretty.  If you KNOW that you neglected to brush your teeth, scrub your tongue, missed your last 10 twice-annual appointments with your dentist, ate a half cooked possum with sardine marinade before boarding the subway… PLEASE, I implore you to keep your mouth closed or at the very least COVER it when you yawn!  If the last sentence applies to you, you should also refrain from close talking… please and thank you. 
  
More often than not, commuters are packed like krill on crowded, standing-room-only trains.  With literally nowhere else to go and with the crowd pushing you forward, finding yourself face first in another commuter’s armpit is an all too common scenario.  Train etiquette dictates that a commuter should only raise their hand to hold a pole if they are sure that there is no preexisting funk; therefore, without the application of deodorant, in no event shall a commuter raise their arm higher than that which would be required if performing the Macarena at a wedding or other special event.  That’s the rule… memorize it.  Be aware of your body odor, bad breath, or strong perfume, as this can be just as offensive.  A friend told me how he sat next to a commuter who took off his shoes to rest his tired feet, and stunk up the entire area.  It’s a good practice to keep your shoes on until you get home.

9. Thou shalt not block passage ways
Do not stop dead to think about where you want to head.  Slowly move with the flow of traffic until you choose where you want to go, or step aside while you figure it out.  Do not block doorways when you enter crowded subway cars as though you are the last person interested in entering the train.  It continues to amaze me how people will not move into the middle of the subway car where it is less congested, but prefer instead to block the entrance like a sentry standing guard.  Geez!

10. Thou shalt exercise common sense at all times
As uncommon as this is let us please try to restore common sense, as well as common courtesy… or at least civility so everyone can have a Way Beyond Z commute.

As an old proverb goes, politeness is to human nature what warmth is to wax — it softens us.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

SUBWAY SURFER


School is back in session and my year long fight to rescue my son from a charter school that was unfortunately unable, and worse yet, unwilling to teach my non-cognitively-impaired but profoundly dyslexic child in a way that he could succeed academically, has finally paid off!  I need my son to not just succeed, but succeed in a way that would bolster, not strip, his fragile, pre-adolescent self-esteem and ensure that his full on, in-living-color sense of humor and vibrant curiosity could also flourish unencumbered by thoughts of “impending doom and imminent failure” (his phrase, not mine).  Jordan is officially a Winston Preparatory School student!
 
This is an amazing place where class sizes are small and individualized education is common practice.  Jordan is free to express himself and explore and stretch the bounds of his curiosity without reproach and ask questions without the fear of embarrassment.  Go Jordan!  When choosing this school I did realize that the distance between my kids’ schools would be great and that I would be solely responsible for ensuring that they arrive at their respective schools on time and in one piece; it all sounded so doable in theory.  What I didn’t realize was that the wildcard would be the NYC transit system upon which I rely.  Not to mention the throng of people who also rely on the rails and could care less about two 4’7” kids trying to get to school.
 
Typical morning this week included racing out of my house at 7:15am with Jordan and Julia in tow for the two and a half block walk to the subway.  Julia chatted the entire way and Jordan grumbled about a tag in his shirt that was bothersome… I tuned them out.  We get there and Julia has to swipe her metro card no less than seven (yes seven) times before she gains entry.  Jordan grumbled about being late because of Julia’s metro card troubles… I tapped my foot and continued to tune them out.  We sprint down the stairs just in time to watch the doors on the #6 train slide closed with us on the wrong side.  Julia argued with Jordan about whose fault it was that we missed the train… and you guessed it, I completely tuned them out.  We wait another three minutes for the next train and cram ourselves in beside the woman who thought it was a fabulous idea to transport her Schnauzer, named Wilson (we know this because Julia is magnetically drawn to any four legged furry creature), and her 6 foot tall Monstera plant during rush hour.  Wilson, who is obviously accustomed to travelling by train, was completely content to lick the lotion from my kneecaps while being pet by my aspiring veterinarian, Julia.  Woosah!  I get off the train on the UES and walk Julia a block to school, get jostled by random scholars and head back to the #6 train to continue on my journey to my next destination, in Chelsea.
 
Train ride number two isn’t bad; just crowded, as is the norm.  Jordan spent the entire ride complaining about the weight of his book bag and his inability to sit (why did he even think this was an option).  The ride to Chelsea and subsequent sprint across town isn’t really bad either because the weather is still mild (I’m not looking forward to doing this during the winter).  Unfortunately, by this time I’m a little over the whole morning commute and wondering if it’s too early for a glass of good port.  We arrive at school and I kiss my kid goodbye, much to his horror, and back to the subway for the last leg of my commute.  Oh Joy!  This is where my morning gets interesting.  I had a Carrie Bradshaw moment walking down the subway steps, got my heel caught and stumbled the entire flight of stairs hanging onto the back of a very kind gentleman who had no idea what hit him and why a woman had suddenly decided on a piggyback ride… and he was the identified piggy.  Can you say horrified?  That episode ended with me profusely apologizing (wearing only one shoe) and causing my savior to miss his train.  True to New Yorker form, he was gracious but not a happy camper.  Meanwhile, I’m back at the top of the stairs (still wearing only one shoe) trying to wrench the tip of my heel out of a crack without damaging the leather, which was no simple feat!  That crisis resolved, I walked down the stairs, on my own accord this time, and boarded train #3 to work only to realize when I arrived (at 08:30am mind you) that I’d been giving a peep show to the fine citizenry of Manhattan.  My dress was almost fully unzipped!  I knew I felt a breeze…

I was raised by a single mother who made a way for me.  She used to scrub floors as a domestic worker, put a cleaning rag in her pocketbook and ride the subways in Brooklyn so I would have food on the table.  But she taught me as I walked her to the subway that life is about not where you start, but where you’re going.  That’s family values.
~Al Sharpton