Can you believe it? The good people at the Chicago Transit Authority have given me my very own subway car.
I can do whatever I want with my subway car. I can leave my briefcase on the seat next to me in the morning even if the train becomes horribly overcrowded. I can board my subway car and stand in the doorway without a second thought for the fifteen other people waiting to board behind me. Once we get close to my stop, I can shove my way to the door even if everyone else is getting off there as well. It doesn’t matter because it’s my subway car.
The best part about this deal? Any subway car I step onto instantly becomes mine.
Don’t be jealous; lots of people have their own subway car. I’m sure you can get one yourself. All it takes is a blatant disregard for others and a lack of manners. A newspaper or books also helps, especially when you’ve got tons of room around you and the glowering crowds outside the subway car are staring at you because you won’t budge.
Don’t these people know it’s your subway car?
(photo courtesy of one Ms. Yvonne Doll of The Locals)