Hey Punk-You Paid For ONE MAX Seat, Not Two!
I’m on MAX yesterday, riding into town just past the Beaverton Transit Center.
Some tattooed slacker is stretched out in a window seat, absorbed in the music coming into his thick head via his iPod.
His feet are propped up across the entire length of the two-seat configuration.
A woman appearing to be in her late 50s, and not especially agile, gets on the train. The seat next to this kid is the only one available on the train.
“I’d like a seat please,” she says to him.
He smirks, retreating back into the clang he is subjecting his ears to.
“I need a seat please,” she says.
He smirks. He sighs, and pulls his feet into a position in which they are now in front of him. He has freed the seat up, but doesn’t seem so happy that he has done it. No “I’m sorry ma’am,” “pardon me,” or any other expression of politeness.
(I should say for the record that I would have offered my seat except that since I was in the seat in front of this scenario, I didn’t see it unfold until its conclusion).
Back to this punk. I’d willing to bet he only paid for one seat. That’s if he paid at all.
People, don’t you get pissed when you see MAX riders taking up two seats when they just paid for one?
Sometimes Rudeness Abounds. It’s astonishing.
Perhaps it’s that whole Mercury-in-Retrograd thing that we’re suposedly experiencing now.
Same problem on the bus. Every day on the #15 I see the same scenario play out. It’s a lack of respect on their part, and they need to be slapped good.
I can sum up your whole post and all the comment so far.
Whahhh whahhh whahhh!!! You bunch of cry babies.
Should he have shared his cookies with you as well.
What a waste of space and time.