Subway Life

5 things that bug me on the subway:

1. Touchy little kids. It could be by accident or on purpose but regardless of intention, it’s my #1 pet peeve. They could be the liveliest, happiest kids on Earth, fine, but when they start swinging their limbs while being seated and punching/kicking me in the process, they’re feeding off my thinning temper. They’re just kids, they don’t know any better! Yeah, that’s the worst part. I can’t yell at them for being disrespectful ‘cus they’re just kids and they’re not my kids. What’s worse than the worst? When their parents see everything and don’t say anything.
2. Crying babies. Enough said.
3. Spread-worthy men. I don’t understand men who feel the need to occupy two seats by spreading their legs far, far apart. What in the world could possibly be in those pants that require such a big amount of space? I don’t really want to know. I just want my seat. And I want my seat without a knee digging into my thigh every other minute.
4. Creepers. The whole train is empty and a stranger steps into the cart. There are plenty of seats in the cart but he blatantly chooses to sit right next to me. That is hands down creepy. No argument.
5. Body odor. *Gag*