The Joys of Public Transportation

I have a love hate relationship with Trax. I love it because I can save a little gas money by not having to drive all the way up to the U, it gets me to campus in a timely manner, and I can relax while traveling to and from school. Now on to the hate relationship. Smelling people's B.O., having the woman next to me clip her fingernails, and being exposed to who knows what kinds of germs, are the least of my issues with Trax. Here are a few stories. The other day my friend Tarra and I were riding home when a talkative gentleman sat by us. He started staring and studying our faces, looking at me and then her, me and then her, and stated we had beautiful eyes and asked us what color they were. He then asked if we were Mormon, and we said yes, and he says, " I don't know how you follow that program." I really enjoyed that comment. I kid you not, he then repeated our entire previous conversation. Then he asked us if we were married, and we said yes and he asked us if we have any children, we said no. He said " well you better open up shop," and then continued on with some perverted comments. By this time Tarra and I were pretty uncomfortable with this man, so when he started talking about all the people he has killed, we immediately got off on the next stop and got on another train.
Please see the picture above. When we got on the new train, this man also got on. You can't really see it in the picture, but he had quite the contraption of a bike. He had duck-taped a seat from a car onto it, had had not one, not two, but three pairs of handlebars attached. As he was getting on he wacked a man in the head with his bike, luckily the man blocked it, this is what bikeman says,"wow you have good kung-fu skills." This was probably offensive to the man, because the man was Asian. Once bikeman finally gets his bike on the train, he balances himself on for the duration of the ride. It looked rather difficult, I don't know why he wouldn't just sit on a chair like the rest of us. I know this is rude, but I was hoping the train would have a sudden jerk or brake so he would go down, and my wish came true. Sure enough the man went flying. Serves him right. He then took a seat like the rest of us.
This is my last and probably my favorite Trax story. One day I was riding home on a crowded train. The kid next to me was clearly fatigued because he kept nodding off. Well, he nodded off and his head gently landed on my shoulder and he continued to sleep. Ew. I didn't know what to do. Everyone around me was laughing. I didn't want to be rude and jerk him awake, so I wiggled a little.....nothing.....sound asleep. Finally after a little while he woke up. Todd thinks he was never asleep in the first place. Well, if you made it through this long post, congratulations.