Showing posts with label public transit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label public transit. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Etiquette for public transportation

If you take public transportation (ever!) this is for you. This is just awesome.
Artist Jay Shells got tired of loud-music-blasters, disgusting food eaters, nail-clippers, and proselytizers on the subway...so he did something.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Hygiene belongs in the bathroom

How come so few people know this? Hygiene -- that's your primping, cleaning, washing, etc. -- belongs in your bathroom --your bathroom -- and rarely anywhere else.

Why? Because there's bacteria and germs associated with your hair, makeup, nail clippings and eyelashes flying everywhere.

Ladies and Gentlemen -- do not brush or comb your hair on public transport, at a restaurant, or in someone else's car. Or home. Do it at home -- and then leave it. Or sneak into the bathroom. But not out in the open.

Ladies and Gentlemen -- do not clip your nails -- fingernails or toenails -- anywhere but your own home bathroom. No, not even in the gym locker room. (Someone did this the other day in my gym locker room...yecch.) Fingernails are gross. Keep them in your bathroom garbage can. This is never okay at the office.

Ladies -- do not apply makeup in public, and especially not on public transportation. It's unseemly, and gross to those around you. At the sink in a restroom is fine; but not at dinner, with friends, on the train, etc.

And never ever floss in front of other people.

Keep your hygiene at your house. Those around you thank you.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Good Manners on the CTA

I get asked all the time to post about the rude-asses who ride public transport, and, believe me, one day they'll get their verbal lashing here.

Today, though, I want to point out some good manners I witnessed last night on the CTA (Chicago Transit Authority, for the non-Chicagoans).

Around 10-10:30 pm my date and I crammed onto the super-crowded 151 bus heading north.

A gentleman in a white polo, carrying a "Classic Cars" magazine offered me his seat, and I gladly accepted. I thanked him twice. So mad props to that kind stranger.

Most of you CTA riders could take a tip from that kind man.