Riding public transportation has taught me a lot. You see, I take public transportation every weekday. Sometimes, I take it on weekends. I've seen it all on Muni. People bawling their eyes out, picking their noses, scratching their asses, bleeding, masturbating (disturbing eh? not so unusual to me anymore), breastfeeding, on drugs, doing drugs on the bus, drinking booze, etc. I'm pretty sure you get the idea.
One of the greatest things i've learned is to try to stay away from others.
Isolate yourself. I am the lone wolf.
This tactic however, does not apply during commute hours. It gets packed. The bus is jammed. Like a can of sardines to put it plain and simple.
People spill their coffee on you.
People hit you with their purses.
Annoying students continue to wear their backpacks on their backs rather than place it on the floor. As a result, you get bashed in the side or the back everytime the bus jolts.
If you are lucky to have seat, crotches are thrusted into your face every couple minutes or so.
Sometimes you get stuck sitting next to a fat fuck. [entry on this @ later date]
Sometimes you get the young puppy love couples who fucking swap spit like there's no tomorrow tonsil hockey tonguing each other deep throating harder than Debbie doing Dallas never coming up for air.
Sometimes you get the tone deaf girls who insist on singing at loud decibels... Even though they sound like a dying raspy cat exploding with verbal diarrhea.
And sometimes, the nosy cheap bitch behind you decides to read your paper.
Lady, do the fucking economy a favor. Stop being a cheap ass. Support printed publications. Buy your own newspaper.