At least on the San Francisco Muni system. The San Francisco Muni system is probably the most poorly-designed public transportation in the world. I’m from a third world country and our buses there look EXACTLY like the buses out here in California. California is supposed to have a modern progressive technology, no? Not only that, but there are way more bums and nutjobs on the SF trains than there are in the poorest parts of Romania.
It’s not the wackos or the smellies that bother me, but the 20 and 30-something able-bodied, fully-limbed males. They saunter in with their little hipster work clothes, freshly cut hair loosely parted to the side and trendy spectacles perched on their noses. Everyone of them has head phones firmly stuck in their ears, as they smirk at their cool iPhones and listen to their cool music.
Despite any merits they may get from me on their style, they definitely come out on the losing end with their manners.
Not a single damn one of them ever ever offers you their seat. “Like ever,” as Taylor Swift recently quoted.
I have been offered a seat one time out of the thousand times. That day, I was carrying my dog, my huge purse and a bag of groceries. The only reason I was offered a seat is because I kept clearing my throat in a huffy, loud manner and kept a very intense evil glare on the men sitting in the six closest seats. I probably burned a hole in their jackets. Finally, the young GAY guy offered me his seat. Hallelujah brother!
Now to the straight males, what the hell is wrong with you? I understand it’s a little bit antiquated and old-fashioned to constantly offer a lady your seat. I’m not suggesting that you always give up that precious bit of space. But when you see a girl holding half of the contents of Trader Joe’s or an older Asian lady who is much too polite to ask you to get up, lift your skinny-jeans-wearing ass off of your seat and offer it to the other gender.
End of story. No questions asked.
XOXO,
Dating Aficionado
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