SEPTA Guide Rule #184

After another day enjoying public transit, I have yet another rule to add to the Guide (I use the capital "G" to give it more legitimacy to myself. Bear with me).

RULE #184: Not All Train Passengers Are Created Equal
I do not mean to speak disparagingly of my fellow Regional Rail Riders. But frankly, some folks are weird. You must keep an eye out for the particular characters.

The Chatty Folk: I'm not sure where they go when they get off the train, but it can't be anywhere where they receive adequate human contact. They will tell you their life story in agonizing detail. Be prepared to get off a stop early. It may be well worth it.

"Music Is My Life" People: These kind souls have decided that it is their duty to share their musical preferences (and their iTunes purchases) with you. A personal music device is simply too elitist --- music must be played at a volume such that it can be shared with the community at large, namely those people who are trying to quietly read. You will spend at least 20 minutes trying to identify the thumping beat that you vaguely recognize from the radio (Pussycat Dolls? Bon Jovi? Prince? Is Prince still alive??) Consider yourself lucky if you aren't in the same train as the 80's guy.

Anxious Riders: Xanax does a body good. These folks are so anxious about the ride to their final destination that they are constantly bouncing between seats, checking with the train staff, and looking anxiously out the window to make sure the announcers weren't playing a nasty trick when saying what stop we were heading to ("Muahaha, I told you we were at Wynmoor, but we're really at Mt. Airy! Muahahahaha!").

"Can You Hear Me Now?": Something as minor as a train ride will not separate them from their cellular conversations. Unlike the rest of us who hiss in humiliation after our "Lone Ranger Theme" cell ring disturbs the entire train, "I'll call you back! I'm on the train!",these people insist on having a full-fledged conversation. And just in case coverage isn't that great, the make sure that they talk loudly enough that in case the person on the other end of the line is in, say, Jersey, they will still be able to hear perfectly well.

Non-People People: Clearly didn't excel in the "Plays well with others" category of elementary school. Their bags are sprawled across the three person seats, and the stare down any newcomers to the train. The implicit message -- "This is my seat. I may look like a balding 50-something-year-old man who really enjoys reruns of Get Smart, but if you sit with me, I will fuck your shit up."

And then there's the rest of us. Happy riding, everyone! :-)