Public Transit

I was on the streetcar this past Wednesday forced onto public transit by circumstances that were beyond my control. I learned again why I avoid it, public transit. I was sitting there recalling a time when a great friend of mine and I would take the streetcar into work. Direct from the beaches to downtown with all the crazies and undesirables.

This particular trip I was seated 3 rows behind a guy sporting a Mohawk and a belt made out of bullets. Who wears a belt made out of bullets? 4 stops into my ride another character got on wearing a bullet belt. Obviously it is a public transit fashion trend that I have been blissfully unaware of. Anyway, the Mohawk guy and his buddy got off the streetcar early in the ride. We were all relieved as they exited the streetcar. The friend of the Mohawk guy was getting some entertainment out of forcing the streetcar doors open. The act of doing this sets off an alarm and I think he got some high school jolly out of it. The sad thing is I don’t think the guy has seen the inside of a high school in quite a few years.

So the ride continued.

Is it so much to ask that people have a shower? One a day is all I am requesting; take at least one shower a day. I think if that was a law and we had “Sniff” police enforcing the Shower Law the streetcar ride would be that much easier to take. If you have to sit on top of me at least smell good. You could also put on some clean clothes. Put on something that has been laundered this year. The rule could be if it is brown and crusty, it’s not clean. Even if it is just brown and meant to be blue white or green, it’s not clean. These items should not be worn. These items should not be donated to Goodwill either. Toss them!

I was thrilled to see my stop approaching and even more grateful to see my car. My little red Toyota. How nice it is to have a PTV (Personal Transportation Vehicle). I just love it. I hope that I can continue to avoid PT and just ride along in my own space with the tunes blasting smelling my own stink.