Dear Tourists and Interns on the DC Metro,
I hate to be cruel, but frankly: I wish you would all return to whatever suburban prairie or college town you came from. Why must you be here, on my train, plaguing my daily commute? Do you see me snarling your freeway traffic? Do I come to your town and occupy 10 spots in the strip mall parking lot? No, I don't mess up your transportational life, so why must you blight mine? If do you insist on staying here, Tourists and Interns on the DC Metro, then please, please, learn how to ride a subway.
This is the mistake that you make: you think that there's nothing to learn! You think that correct subway etiquette isn't a skill. I am here to inform you that you are incorrect. I have three solid decades of subway experience: I began my studies on the New York subway at age two; I currently ride the subway every single day during rush hour; I've ridden subways in Chicago, Moscow, London, Tokyo, Singapore, Delhi, Paris, even Philadelphia. I'm a goddamn expert.
So, Tourists and Interns on the DC Metro, here is my public service announcement: Julia's Rules of Subway Etiquette:
I hate to be cruel, but frankly: I wish you would all return to whatever suburban prairie or college town you came from. Why must you be here, on my train, plaguing my daily commute? Do you see me snarling your freeway traffic? Do I come to your town and occupy 10 spots in the strip mall parking lot? No, I don't mess up your transportational life, so why must you blight mine? If do you insist on staying here, Tourists and Interns on the DC Metro, then please, please, learn how to ride a subway.
This is the mistake that you make: you think that there's nothing to learn! You think that correct subway etiquette isn't a skill. I am here to inform you that you are incorrect. I have three solid decades of subway experience: I began my studies on the New York subway at age two; I currently ride the subway every single day during rush hour; I've ridden subways in Chicago, Moscow, London, Tokyo, Singapore, Delhi, Paris, even Philadelphia. I'm a goddamn expert.
So, Tourists and Interns on the DC Metro, here is my public service announcement: Julia's Rules of Subway Etiquette:
- Do not stand directly in front of the door when boarding: stand to the side and give those exiting some room. If you are standing in front of the door when I'm exiting, I will walk straight into you as though you don't exist. And I can do this because to me...you will simply not exist.
- Do not dally in the doorway when entering the train car. There is no need to hesitate: simply enter the train and go anywhere (anywhere!) there is space. If you dally in the doorway while I'm trying to enter, I will push you from behind, and possibly step on your foot. And I will not apologize, even when you say to me, "you stepped on my foot!" Yes, I stepped on your foot: your foot was not moving your body forward as it ought to have been.
- Do not lean your entire body against any pole in a subway car. A pole is not for your personal bodily use, it is for everyone standing within arms reach. You should take up no more room on a subway pole than the width of one hand. If you lean against the pole, I will force my hand against your arm, thigh, head, or any other body part touching said pole, and proceed to poke you forcefully.
- Do not keep your backpack on while on a crowded train. I repeat: DO NOT KEEP YOUR BACKPACK ON WHILE ON A CROWDED TRAIN. Use some common sense: there is more space between your legs than between you and the person next to you. If you keep your backpack on anywhere in my vicinity, I will use every excuse to brush against the zippers on your bag and make you think I'm trying to rob you. I will be convincing. I may even rob you.
- Do not enter the car, look around, and loudly proclaim you had "no idea it would be this crowded," and "isn't there a seat available somewhere?" If no one got up for that pregnant lady standing next to you, no one on earth is going to get up for you.
- Do not ask the person sitting next to you when your stop is coming up. The person sitting next to you is not a map. The map is on the wall. Can you read?
- Do not look anyone in the eye. The only way to get through a daily commute in close quarters with fifty strangers is by protecting the illusion of privacy. If someone is looking at me while I'm sweaty and tired and annoyed, I cannot pretend that fifty strangers aren't watching me be sweaty and tired and annoyed. If you look me in the eye, I will look right back at you, and roll my eyes.
- Do not brush your reading material (phone, iPad newspaper, book, parchment, scroll) against anyone's arm, face, chest, or any other body part. If there are two inches between you and the human standing next to you, then your reading material is eliminating their one inch of personal space. READ LATER.
- Do not get up and move toward the exit until the train has stopped. Subway trains aren't big: you can be in the furthest corner hedged in by six linebackers and still get to the door in time. If you do try to push your way forward while the train is still moving, you will make everyone shift around, let go of their poles, and fall into each other. And when you get to me, I will just ignore you and make you stare at my armpit until the train doors open.
- Do not pretend that you can balance without holding on to something. I can't and you can't, so don't. Just hold on to something, look off vaguely into the middle distance, and try not to mess it up for the rest of us.
If I haven't inspired you to start taking an uber to your destination, then I guess...I'll see you on the train.
Curmudgeonly yours,
Julia
4 comments:
I really like that this comes with threats!
My pet peeve is the men who try to be chivalrous when boarding, by standing back, spreading their arms, and encouraging the women on the other side of them to board first, while not understanding that they are holding up everyone behind them by standing stationary in front of the door-including women! Just get on the train quickly and get over yourself.
An open letter to Julia from DC tourists and interns,
If we all returned to our prairie towns, DC itself would be depopulated into a prairie town and unable to support any Nice Things.
Also, it is sometimes necessary to pause at the train entrance to determine which choice of side would require sitting next to fewer pee-smelling people. Civilization sometimes gives us competing imperatives - efficiency vs. smelling like someone else's pee. How are we to choose?
Sincerely,
Non-fascist metro riders
Emily: I didn't think it would be very convincing without threats. I thought the armpit one was particularly inspired!
Alex: Oh yes, I know those dudes. Another good rule of etiquette: chivalry is not chivalrous if you're holding the rest of us up!
MSI: I'm not sure that the town would be depopulated, actually—there are a lot of people who live here. And I will agree to let the tourists and interns stay if they would either learn how to behave OR take an uber. Also, your pee-smelling point doesn't really apply on the DC metro at rush hour; there are few if any pee people involved in my commute. (In New York during off-hours, though, yes, that's something to take into consideration.)
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