MartaMe · MisoMe

Welcome back…not

It’s my first day back on the train since Thursday (6 days ago) and my first thought is WHAT IN THE EXPLETIVE IS THAT EXPLETIVE SMELL!!! And, what in the expletive is this! I really hope it’s milk.😳

I worked from home Friday and Irma came through and shut a few things down Monday, including Marta.  Yesterday, Marta was running on a limited schedule so I worked from home again.  Today is supposed to be the regular schedule.  But when I got to the station today, the sign indicated it would be 7 minutes until my train arrived. I can just miss my train and the sign will usually show 5 min until my next train.  I know I didn’t just miss one because the platform was packed.  And, when the train pulled in, it was almost packed.  That’s how I ended up in the yuck seat next to good ole wide eyes 👀.  She has never sat next to me before.  Every time I beat her, she sits a few rows away from my smirking ass.  Not today.  She plopped down right next to me because seating was limited and like me, she probably couldn’t figure out where that expletive smell is coming from.  I may be an ass but I don’t stink, so she chose wisely.  It didn’t last long though.  The people in front of me got off two stops later and I excused myself and brushed past wide eyes as I raced a girl who was boarding and eyeing my new, used seat.  I won!  And, it was clean…well clean for Marta.

Now, here I sit…unable to inhale.  Every time I try to sneak a breath, I am hit with a myriad of unpleasant smells…onions, sweat, burnt hair, coffee, what seems to be undercarriage funk, and who knows what else.  It’s all bad.  I swear I would wear an air purifying helmet on this joint if there was one available.  Be on this joint like…

If my seat mate folds or adjust this damn blanket one mo damn time, I’m going to scream!!! She could’ve at least fluffed that joint with a fabric sheet before bringing it.  It could’ve helped with this morning’s olfactory assault.  SEAT MATE GRADE: C

I must say, this welcome back sucks!

MartaMe

Who Gets The Seat?

This dude just got up because he saw a lot of women boarding this limited seats car.  Why did this young and very able dude beat them to it like… He has two women (one very grown) standing over him.  He knows he should be ashamed of himself.  Son and nephew, if you are reading this, don’t embarrass me in these streets…show the respect you were taught even when I’m not around.  It’s just the gentlemanly thing to do.  I know you do, but I had to put it out there for this boys momma.  She is somewhere feeling shame and can’t even figure out why.  I wondered what dude who gave up the seat is thinking.🤔

I must say, most men will offer their seat up to women, impaired, and elderly folk.  A lot of women, including me, give their seats up to the elderly, physically impaired, pregnant women, and anyone with babies or small kids.  The one that causes me pause sometimes is the elderly group.  What’s the cut off?  Most of the time it’s obvious when someone is in their 50s+, so that’s a no brainer – they get the seat.  But, I’m in my 40s and I’m not trying to give up my seat to some >30 year old whose extracurricular activities have caught up to her face, especially when I have all the junk I usually lug around.  Sometimes, I really can’t tell. I’m pretty sure I have given up my seat to some hard looking youngins and stayed seated for someone doing 50 fantastically.  Y’all need to start wearing age tags. lol

MartaMe · MisoMe

Bad Decisions 

On this dreary, rainy day, I’m making bad commuter choices across the board.  I left work about an hour and a half later than normal due to meeting overload.  Because it was raining, I had to catch the shuttle instead of walking.  As we exited, I let the lady with luggage get off the shuttle before me.  Unfortunately, she chose not to take the elevator, thus holding up a bunch of disgruntled commuters behind her.  It would not have been so bad if we didn’t have to watch the train pull off as soon as we arrived to the top.  Next train – 7 minutes.😩

I decided to sit and mope instead of strategically standing in the area where the train doors open for the car that puts me off right in front of the escalator at my destination.  I didn’t even notice when the train started pulling in.  I tried to rush to my spot, but it was occupied by a group of women. I was 5th to get on the train, so my seat selection was limited.  I sat where a lady had her jacket strewn across the back of my seat.  You would think she’d move it…NOPE!  So, I had to use my back to slide it from behind me. 🙄  Then I hear this continuos popping sound and notice homegirl sitting diagonal from me still hasn’t learned to properly chew gum.  Before I could satisfactorily finish rolling my eyes, I got a seat mate and his grown ass had the nerve to be sucking on a lollipop.  There has to be some man laws for this!📜  Other than that, he was okay.  I didn’t really get a chance to access him because he only accompanied me for 2 stops.  Now, I have another seat mate.  She is not bringing anyone any sunshine.  We are both sitting here looking like Droopy.Perhaps she let a lady with luggage in front of her too.

I forgot to mention I made a serious seat selection faux pas.  I picked that awful seat that has someone sitting next to me AND perpendicularly in front of me.  I don’t know what I was thinking!!!  The girl who sat in that seat had so much stuff that her purse pressed up against my knees…bumping if she decided to fidget.  I couldn’t take anymore, so I moved.😤

As soon as I got comfortable, a loud talking dude plopped down hard next to me.  Before I could get fully irritated, he was gone.  He was my 3rd seat mate… 4th if I count ole perpendicular.  They all lasted only 2-3 stops.  But guess who rode the entire way with me? The lady with the damn gum!😔

Tomorrow, I’m racing EVERYONE…even ladies with luggage.