Hey all, and thanks for stopping in! I know it's been ages, but hey I've been busy and you all don't pay me anyway, soooooooooo......whatever. Seriously though, I will try to make a more concerted effort to post more frequently, but life happens. So forgive me, as I ease back into this thing. Relax, enjoy, and remember...no feet on the seats.
I chose the title of this entry to illustrate the two groups I wanna talk about; Immigrants and Old People. No this isn't going to be a racist or agist rant, but I still need to get a few things off my chest. Let me preface this by saying I have a great respect for both immigrants and old people. This great country of ours was built on the backs and labor of immigrants. It quite frankly, still is. Many of whom, never bothered/never had the time to learn English. I understand language barriers, and I'm typically quite quick to pick up on them. In many cases, before more than 2 words have been uttered. Frequently you can see it in the please-don't-ask-me-alotta-sh_t-cuz-I-dont-understand-a-word-you-said-after-hey smile. I'm cool with that. That being said, do NOT think that ignorance of the language, gives you a pass on basic Metro etiquette. You don't need to understand English, to understand that pushing someone in their back is likely to catch you an elbow to your jaw. Nor do you need to speak the King's english to understand the seriousness of the "Death stare". Y'all know what I'm talking about. The look you give someone on the train, when they keep bumping you, and you're at your wit's end. Death (or muerte) is universal. And no, mumbling something incoherent will not save you, when it comes time to catch a forearm to your chest for too much shoving (true story).
As for old people, well there's a time and a place for everything. Rush hour on the DC Metro, is neither the time nor the place for old people. Your reflexes are shot, you move too slow, and your brains generally don't process information quick enough to make the kind of split-second decisions necessary to navigate a Metro station at 8am on a Monday morning. I can't count the number of times, I've nearly plowed over some little old lady, because she thought it was a good idea to stop and get her bearings, literally as soon as she's exited the train. Aunt May, if you would be so kind as to continue moving to the wall out of the line of traffic, we would all be better for it. It' also easier at that point to determine that said little old lady might need some directional assistance, versus stopping short,getting run over and then needing directions and a new hip. Better yet, do us all a favor and just wait 2 hrs. Just 2 hours, and everyone wins! You can move at your own pace, better plot your movements, and I don't have to feel guilty about kicking the sh-t out of your roller bag.
I'm a pretty respectful, extremely courteous person....until you push my buttons with silliness. Then all bets are off, and the not so nice guy comes out. But with a little better-planning and perhaps Level 1 Rosetta Stone, we can all get along just fine. Until next time!
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