A complaint to the LIRR

3 12 2007

Sent today:

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I am a regular commuter on the LIRR. I bought a December monthly ticket yesterday. I still had my November monthly ticket in my ticket holder. I was harassed by the conductor this morning to give up my November ticket.

I have never heard of any rules that the conductor has to collect the previous month’s tickets while punching the current months. I have never been asked to give up a previous month’s ticket if it was showing in my ticket holder. Other commuters had their November tickets visible in their wallet, showed the December ticket, had it punched and were not harassed the way I was.

Was it discrimination, random harassment? I don’t know. And I certainly don’t appreciate it.

I think it’s poor service to harass a commuter on their way to work.

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Comments: I paid quite a bit of money for that, I’m sure I’m allowed to do with it as I please. It’s the principle of the thing.


Seen on the latest LIRR flyer

29 10 2007


Your seat’s on your seat,
His? … in the air.
He can’t sit down
Cause your bags are there.
So let’s do this —
Let’s be fair.
One seat for each person
Who’s paid their fare.
And since we are ‘talking’
Bout seating and such
No feets on the seats!
Is that asking too much?
Trains can get crosded,
With seats hard to find.
When you occupy yours,
Please keep that in mind.


Aw, how cute. They made a rhyming poem.

People you hate to sit next to on the train

19 09 2007

Or across from. Or down a row from. Or behind. Or in front of (depending on which way the seats are facing). Or breathing the same air as.

I take the 704a train to work every morning. I also like to get in a good 45 min nap on my way to the city. So do the other 90% of the commuters on the train. Some people like to read. Some people catch up on work. Others like to enjoy the quiet time where they don’t need to drive. It’s gotten a great deal quieter since  school’s started up, and parents are less likely to infringe on our morning commute with their loud children (not all are loud, admittedly) for a fun family city day trip.

In short, we enjoy the QUIET.

Apparently, some arrogant self-entitled individuals enjoy the QUIET so much, they strive to ruin it for the other 99% of the people in the car by having a long, drawn-out, and loud cell phone conversation. I can understand a frantic interviewee getting last minute directions to their destination. I can understand harried tourists who are speaking to loved ones, and who have never navigated Penn Station during rush hour. I can even understand working mothers who want to talk to their kids before starting their work day. On average, these phone calls last 5 minutes — tops.

This guy, this morning… Unbelievable. Unbelievably inconsiderate, unbelievably loud, unbelievably so infuriating — that if I wasn’t so tired, I would have stood up and snapped at this guy to shut the hell up. I mean, even the conductor came by to tell him to quiet down. Which he did, for all of 30 seconds. I can’t imagine he didn’t see the faces of the people attempting to sleep around him.

When we finally pulled up to the platform, I got a better look at this guy. Faux gold watch, fancy green leather briefcase, plus a few duffels. Rather portly. An inexplicably monogrammed shirt, where the monogram was below where his pocket ought to have been. Greasy oiled back hair. Basically the kind of people who love the smell of their own farts.

Hopefully, I’ll never hear him again on the train. I should have snapped a picture with my phone, but like I said, too tired.

Sliver of boyfriend’s arm can be seen on the left.

3 05 2007

Seated outside, for a Sunday barbeque.


Shine, Moon, Shine

5 04 2007

Jeff – ‘Do you see the moon?’

Me – ‘What? Where?’

‘Look at the water tower, then down 45 degrees…’


‘There’s the water tower, then to the right there’s a tree. Then another tree. The moon’s awfully small tonight.’


‘It’s like right above the roof of Toys R Us’

‘Oh! I think I see what you’re — Wait! That’s not the moon — that’s a satellite dish!’

-cue my hysterical gut-busting laughter-

Shout outs.

24 03 2007

Boyfriend is annoyed that I didn’t mention him.

I hung out with boyfriend today — say hi, boyfriend. We went to the bank (first his bank, then my own bank), then Dunkin Donuts. I had what was supposedly a Reese’s peanut butter donut — which was sadly lacking in the peanut butter department and an iced coffee. Caffeine still hasn’t kicked in yet.  I don’t think it will, at this rate. I think he had an iced coffee (caffeine — where are you?) and a reduced fat blueberry muffin. After Dunkin Donuts, we went tanning. His pedigree is very pale, so I’m mostly mystified as how he could possible end up darker than me. Me, of Malay descent. He’s all glowy tan — and I’m so not. And sorry, boyfriend, I blew your cover as someone who only tans when they go out running. Then we stopped by Kmart, and picked up a few summer essentials, like a blender, and ankle socks. For him. Not for me. Under those fluorescent Kmart lights — it was so obvious how not tan I am.

Lesson? I don’t burn easily. Nor do I tan easily.

Also, it was significantly sunnier when we started hanging out. Now it’s just kinda bleh and cloudy. /shakes fist/

Mobile tech with restrictions on mobility

9 02 2007

Proposed NY law to ban mobile technology while crossing streets.