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.


Latest poetic genius from the LIRR folks

26 11 2007

Cell Phone Courtesy Matters

There once was a couple who lived in a shoe –
Had so many devices, they knew not what to do.
‘Blackberried’ n ‘cellphoned’… with an iPod too
They rode the Railroad, and sat next to you.
As most of us know, they had kids in that shoe.
They called each and then, talked themselves blue.
As you sat and listened, one thought came through…
Regarding ‘Train Manners’ – they hadn’t a clue.
With their voices too loud, everyone knews
More than they wanted about the whole crew.
What’s more their phones rang (vibrating’s too new)
With tones that all of you soon grew to rue.
They’re a nice couple, so no one will sue
But all wish they’d speak softly, that much is true.
Cell phones and manners, in our humble view
Will work for all who hew to our cue.

They really made use of the rhyming dictionary, don’t you think? Pity that 99% of people on the train don’t know how to follow this. But then they get pissed off at other people. Weirdos.

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.

Travelin Woman

10 04 2007

Since I started this blog, Miss BeanCurd‘s been more of the traveler than I have. I’ve said often I want to confiscate her passport… but being a fellow traveler — I can’t begrudge her the joys of being a foodie jetsetter.

Having said that, I was thinking of creating a non-WP blog, as in my first real own domainy type thing, devoted solely to my previous travels hither and thither. I may be nearing the end of my 24th year, but I’ve been around the world.

Having stated that, I need to know what the best place is to go buy a domain, hosting, what else is involved. I’m a mini-geek. I’m intelligent. I ought to be able to figure this out myself. Suggestions welcome!

List of where I’ve been under the cut!

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