What? No nail clipping?
how about the old guy i saw at the end of the eastbound woodbine platform one late morn at around 11, who whipped his junk out and proceeded to walk sideways for about a dozen feet pissing onto the tracks? i heard the noise before i saw him, became curious about where the rushing water was coming from, and lo, it appeared.
Holy shit, otherwise normal-looking nail clipping woman haunts me to this day.
The best was this old man who was clipping his nails, and the driver of the streetcar said, “sir, please stop clipping your nails.” When the man didn’t, the driver stopped, went back, and brought him out the door.
The pissing on the TTC has become a problem. I saw some older dude whipping it out and pissing on the middle platform at Greenwood Subway… in front of little kids. Charming. I felt like tying it in a knot!
They forgot the woman who popped zits on her boyfriend’s chest, and the woman who plucked out her chin hairs with a tweezer. Once a little girl with her mother got on my subway car for one stop, just long enough for the kid to puke on the floor.
There was a man on the Yonge subway line one rush hour, all alone in his little group of three seats. He had his shoes and socks neatly placed underneath the seats, and his feet up on the seat beside him. He was grabbing big sheets of dead skin off the bottoms of his feet, pulling them off and throwing them on the floor. He finished this and put his socks and shoes back on. He picked up a copy of the Sun that was on the other seat beside him, and started talking gibberish to the Sunshine girl.
Nail clipping freaks me out too.
As does the time this teenager had a great episode of projectile vomiting all over the subway seat beside her, and then just sat there like nothing had happened. Eekkk.
Some guy on the streetcar was clipping his nails beside me and the clippings were landing everywhere, including in my lap. I’ve also seen people on the TTC digging around inside their ears with their keys (WTF!) or picking their nose like there’s no tomorrow. Gross, but I’m way more offended by women who seem to bathe in perfume, especially when it’s sandalwood or [shudder] rosewater.
I’ve never understood spitting. Why do people need to spit?! I don’t think I’ve ever horked one on the ground, but I see people doing it all the time, especially off the platform and onto the subway tracks. Nasty.
What’s wrong with clipping your nails in public?
I saw this girl dump the contents of a water bottle onto the tracks at Yonge once, and she then put the bottle in her bag. The person standing next to me expressed aloud the confusion appropriately: “what was the point of that?”
I nominate the Mormons who got on my 47 Lansdowne bus last night and asked EVERY SINGLE PERSON on the bus if they wanted to hear “a message about Jesus.”
I told them where to go. And I don’t feel about it either. I ride the TTC to get around, not to get salvation!
I’ve got one for you: how’s about the children who LICK THE POLES and the parents who stand by not giving a rat’s ass?
Please don’t clip your nails on the streetcar. I don’t need to have little dead bits of you littering the floor.
I’m nervous brushing my HAIR in public.
Okay, the people who clip toenails have my final vote.
I think the best rule of thumb for TTC eqiquette is: if you do it in your bathroom at home (fart, pee, clip nails, brush teeth, spit/swallow, comb hair, swear), DON’T do it on the TTC. It amazes me that society has degenerated to a point that people have to be told not to do these things in public.
Doggiez: Spit, I understand. But “swallow”? Exactly what kind of behaviour have you SEEN at Greenwood Station, anyway?
Greenwood station? Hell, I’ve see worse things at Dundas West! I forgot to mention one other repulsive act: smoking. Doesn’t the TTC enfore the non-smoking bylaws? I’ve yet to see a TTC official or “special officer” (whatever the hell they are, they’re more rare than a Dodo bird) approach some jackhole lighting up on a subway platform.
The thing I can’t handle is people who have that really long, horsey hair that they wear parted in the middle and hanging down over their shoulders. They’re sooo proud that they’ve only cut it once in the last 15 years, like that’s some kind of achievement rather than a lack of hygiene.
Anyways, when they smush in next to you on the subway in the summer time and their split ends are crawling all over your bare arms and the strands of hair get in your face whenever a breeze from the door moves through the car. EuughhH! The worst!
Also, pee smell.