Notes...

My other blog persona "Michelle", as opposed to this blog's persona "Crabby Michelle" (oh who am I kidding, they're both crabby), sometimes posts her complaints using a format called 'Notes to the World', which is a really passive-aggressive way of whining; and so I thought, why hadn't I done that here?

Notes to the Transit World

* To the young man this morning waiting at the bus stop behind me, the traditional instructions for cologne application are as follows: open bottle, sprinkle on scent, go out and face the world.

I think you misread these instructions as: open bottle, pour into bathtub, dive in, go out and face the world, stinking like a vegas lounge. No one finds that attractive and they certainly do not want to board a bus (a fun enclosed kinda space) with you.

* To the HSR, yes, I am addressing you as if you are an entity with thoughts and feelings; you might want to think about occasionally hosing down the inside of your buses..usually I'm not that bothered, but this morning, my bus was Dir-ty...there was no surface I wanted to touch, lean on or let alone sit on and it doesn't make for a pleasant ride.

Fantastic does wonders, really, and those Mr. Clean Erasers..amazing.

* To the highschool student who was texting so furiously that your elbows impeded me caused the complete ruination of a potentially record breaking high score in Tetris: what could possibly be that important at 8:30 in the morning..? Seriously? You're going to school, nothing exciting is happening there. Trust me.

Thank-you for coming out, until next we meet.

The Crabby Librarian

Guest Spot Two: The Professor Strikes Again

Time of Day: Morning

Journey: Home ---> School

ipod: Cindy Davis

Situation: The bus takes on a type of heat at is reminiscent of what I'd like to think hell might feel like.

Why it's annoying: Given the, once again, recent drop in temperature, most of us bundle up for the walk to/wait for the bus. Depending on the temperature, said outfit can include multiple sweaters, long johns, and many socks.

While one might be cozy and happy whilst waiting for the bus, getting on the overheated hellhole that is the transit commission is a sweaty nightmare. Fine. I get it. It's cold outside, and the bus is nice and toasty. Thank you for even turning the bus on.

BUT your judgment in temperature has a couple of problems: 1) I am uncomfortably hot in many layers and beginning to sweat. Sweating on the nice warm bus = freezing in the cold air when I exit.

2) I am not the only one who feels a little too warm...clearly the person beside me who is emanating the stench of body odor is having a similar problem except he/she does not believe in the radical new concept called "deodorant" [note: perhaps this should be a memo to people to shower before getting on the bus in the morning].

3) Heat makes me sleepy. In other news, students are back to skipping classes and I can sit again.


The Crabby Professor