Oh yes, I hate when the doorway is so squished by people trying to get in, and then I see there's freaking space in the middle. And I hate when people put their bags on a seat when it's an obviously crowded train. I will say "excuse me" so they move it, so I can sit down.
I hate my elevator. I hate it, hate it. Today it probably took as long as the train does from Queensborough Plaza to 59th and Lex to get to my floor. And don't even start me when someone will say, get on at 33, and get off at 34. It grates on my nerves.
And lastly, I hate when I'm stuck on a narrow street, and a slow car is in front of me, and I'm basically stuck. I have no patience for slow drivers.
Updated On: 8/11/04 at 02:54 PM