For whatever reason (budget, stupidity, ???) SF Muni has been cutting back the number of cars running and the size, meaning twice as many people are trying to get around on what seems like half the amount of cars. Our L Taravel line has been its own little slice of hell lately. Yesterday Dave and I caught a one car L at West Portal headed outbound and images of cattle cars or sardines are appropriate as far as how many people were packed together in very little space. We were stuck in one of the stairwells right by the door, which meant every time the car stopped and people needed to get on or off, Dave and I had to move aside (off the car or squashed up against a pole). The doors on the Muni streetcars are impatient (much like many of the riders), shutting after about 10 seconds, which is not enough time for people to disembark, especially when they’re squeezing through masses of folk on the car to reach the door. So we held the doors open to give people time to get to the doors, get off the car, and then let other people in. Imagine a half hour of this, getting stepped on, squashed, constantly shifting to accommodate other people after a long day at work, sleep deprivation/migraines two nights running.
Things finally thinned out and we heaved a mutual sigh of relief. And then this pasty-faced woman, one of those people who looks perpetually dissatisfied, looked at us and spoke, her voice a nasal whine. “I don’t understand. Why are you two standing there in everyone’s way, blocking the doors and delaying us? Why don’t you stand up here? I don’t understand.”
Okay. I tried to stay calm even though my initial reaction was a major “WTF? Are you talkin’ to me?” What I actually said was “There hasn’t been room up there up till now.”
“Yes, there has,” she whined. “I’ve been standing here and there’s plenty of room.”
I started to lose what little patience I had left. “No, there wasn’t, and you’re not helping the situation.”
“No, you’re not helping!” She started to say something else, but I’d had it.
I didn’t drop any F-bombs or call her names. I just said, “Lady? Be quiet.” Three little words, but infused with a world of venom, frustration and, okay, yes, definite implied threat. When I’m angry … and I mean, really angry, pissed off to the point of seeing red, I start to smile. It’s not a nice smile. Small children have run from this smile. And I was smiling when I said it. I continued to smile as I added, “You’re making a bad situation much worse.” Then I muttered something about inconveniencing her by the fact we were helping other people get off the damn train. And I kept smiling until we got off the train. She didn’t say another word.
I was pissed off all evening, even dreamed about telling her off. I figure I was so steamed because a: it was entirely unjust of her to get on our case at all, and b: I was too angry and taken aback at the time to say what I should have said, which is “You’re right. You don’t understand. It’s not like we were claiming some prize Muni real estate. We were holding the doors so people could get on and off the train at their stops without getting slammed by the doors. So next time you shoot off your mouth, make sure you’re in possession of all the facts.”
Oh well. I guess “Lady? Be quiet.” will have to suffice. That, and the various smiles and thank-yous from the passengers we helped.
Gauuugh! That evil clown picture you posted here scared the hell out of me! What is that from? Talk about death smiles! = /
Annnyway, I was very proud of you for handling it with such grace and poise. That lady didn’t know how easy she got off – or maybe she did; she sure clammed up fast after that…
I think I’ve seen THAT smile before. (OK in THAT cursed movie!!!)And you were just acting! The real thing must have been awesome in its ferocity.
Brrrrrrr! Scares me even to think about it.
On the other hand there wasn’t much else you could have done. Someone who repeatedly gets in your face and slams you merely for trying to help people out surely deserves what she got….in spades!
Keep truckin’on, despite Muni stupidity and obnoxious passengers. Keep your head high and plow on. 🙂 LOL.
hee hee… sorry, baby, didn’t mean to freak you out with the clown picture… but it’s just what I felt like yesterday! I’m glad you approve of the way I handled things… I was worried I embarrassed you. And yeah, she DID shut right up. Pasty-faced whiny thing…
Jack, yeah, I cop to the smile in that movie. 🙂 I have a very nice smile when I’m not angry, though. At least Dave tells me so… Thanks for your support and validation! Next time, I’ll assume she’s a zombie and deal accordingly.
You were genteel! I’m afraid I would have said something very unladylike, or would have been so angry I couldn’t say a word.
Thank you, Morgan! I think it was my state of total exhaustion coupled with the injustice of it all that allowed me to speak my mind… even if the really good stuff didn’t get thought of till later.
Hi Dana — sounds like you were doing a good deed and this LADY ( to put it nicely) had no clue. She probably goes through all her days whining like that!! Can you imagine having to be around her for more than just the ride? Yikes! Hope you feel better now!!
And that clown face — OMG. Clowns are the worst — ever since I was way too young and watched Poltergeist….. now I’m going to have nightmares — darn it!!
Sorry about the clown face, Rebecca. 🙂 I DO feel better. Writing stuff down is a huge help…
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