It's a fact of life I have had to live with since an early age. A problem I am trying to get used to. My husby, Matt, has the same problem, which is probably why we were attracted to each other.
This is the beginning of a three part (for now) series which will include several of my past experiences of people behaving badly, and some where I do too.
PART ONE - I avoid public transportation.
It doesn't matter how empty the bus or train car is, the weirdest person on the route will always sit right by me. I once rode the light rail in San Jose from the Cottle station to down town. To my immediate right sat a woman who, despite her obviously questionable personal hygiene, felt very strongly about the appropriate length of her finger nails. She chewed each one until it bled and then moved on to the next one. I got up and moved when she was on her third nail, and after she asked me if I had any band aids. (It just so happened that I had one.) I, of course waited until the next stop, so she would think I was getting off and then I sat outside of her peripheral view. I didn't want to hurt her feelings even if she was hurting herself.
When I flew (not technically public - I know) home from New York for a Christmas visit with the fam, I sat by a young lady who seemed fine, until the flight attendant wouldn't give her a vegetarian meal. When the flight attendant told her that her name was not on the list for vegetarian meals she shrieked, "WHAT LIST!" I slumped down in my seat as heads turned, hoping other passengers wouldn't assume we were together. The Shrieking Vegetarian thought she was entitled to a specially planned and prepared meal without the hassle of having to pre order it. She didn't get her way and guess who had to sit by her while she huffed for another 4 hours - It was me, and I savored every bite of my mystery meat in flight meal.
Besides these two, there are others. I don't remember them all but I only recall one or two trips on public transportation where I felt 100% comfortable the whole trip. And I won't even taint you with the things my school mates did to each other on school bus trips. You are welcome.
On the flip side, I distinctly remember a time in New York when my friends, Rachel and Michelle were with me. We had spent the day at the Statue of Liberty and on Ellis Island. On the way back to Grand Central we took the subway. The car we were in wasn't very crowded, meaning there was plenty of sitting room. We were seated across the isle facing a large family who were on vacation. I sat, watching them. There was a lot going on. There were five kids ranging from about 15 to about 7. And they were excited about all they had done and seen that day. I had seen them earlier at Ellis Island. I remember wondering where they were from. Several stops into our subway ride, Rachel turned to me and said, "All three of us have been flat out staring at that family for a good ten minutes." She was right. We weren't talking to each other, or looking out the window at the dark tunnel or even pretending to read the over head ads acting oblivious to their conversations. No, we were blatantly staring at this family. Then we became so embarrassed at this realization that we started to giggle which became uncontrolled laughter. In hindsight that poor family probably thought we were laughing at them.
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