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Much Ado About Bussing

Here in Montreal, we have something called the STM, or Societé de Transport de Montreal. It used to be called the Societé de Transport de la Communauté de Montreal, which had the amusing abbreviation of STCUM (St. Cum), but no longer. That's for another rant, and somewhat irrelevant to this. The STM is formed up of the busses, métro (subway) and some commuter train lines.

One thing I have noticed in my like, decade of using and abusing this lovely system, is that everyone who uses them falls into one stereotypical category. I've yet to figure this out why this happens, or what category I fall into (I am hoping since I've noticed the trend, I am immune). What is to follow is a study and description of each of these categories, in no particular order.

1. The Noisy Event Fan (NEF)

In this case, the name says it all. The NEF is either heading to, or (more often the case) returning from, either a concert, a rally, a parade or a sporting event. The first and last are the most common. The NEF are recognized by their bright flashy colouring, often in team/association colours. They may or may not be carrying large signs or banners. They are always, always loud, and occasionally under the influence. The substance varies. Sporting events usually lead to drunkenness, concerts usually lead to being stoned. The results however, are the same. Loud voice, disregard for fellow passengers, lack of decency. It is usually the NEF who resort to using the garbage cans/corners on the subway platform as urinoirs at 1 am after a night of over-imbibing. Another side effect that occurs specifically in the noisy concert fan is self-induced deafness. After being surrounded by huge speakers and screaming compatriots all night, the NCF is often loud solely because they are unaware of their own volume. That, or their fellow NCFs just cannot hear them.

2. The NeverReady

The NeverReady is exactly that. Never ready. No matter that they've been waiting at the bus stop for ten minutes, they still need to scrabble around through all their pockets, their handbag, or knapsack for bus fare. Their hands are normally full, and because of this, they constantly drop things, leave a trail (a la Hansel & Gretel) from the door to their seat, and then proceed to spread their posessions all over the floor and seat next to them, whether or not that seat is occupied. Of course, preparing these possesions before they have to get up is entirely out of the question. They realize the bus is AT THEIR STOP, frantically ring the bell, trip over you while trying to amass their horde, and invariably end up missing their stop. The sole tolerable exception to the NeverReady is the Overwraught Mother. It is completely understandable that someone taking public transit with a load of groceries and several small children to be distracted and messy. Travelling with chilren in a car is troublesome enough.

3. The Ring-A-Ding

First, I should explain the bus bell, for those of you who are not familiar. Our busses are equipped bells that passengers can ring to alert the driver that they would like to get off at the next stop. This saves time, so that if noone rings the bell and noone is waiting at the bus stop, the driver does not have to stop. The Ring-A-Ding feels the need to pull this bell, whether it is necessary or not. Older busses have an honest-to-goodness bell connected to a pull-string, and it rings whenever you pull that string. If you are unfortunate to get stuck on an older bus with the Ring-A-Ding, beware. Even if someone has pulled the bell not ten seconds before, they will pull it again. If they are worried the driver didn't notice, again we hear a bell. And so on, and so forth. Luckily most of the busses are more modern, and have a computerized bell that will only ring once between each stop, but that doesn't stop the Ring-A-Ding from obsessively pressing the button. Noo. The other thing this type does that drives me up the goddamned wall is ringing the bell at the end of the line. JUST IN CASE THE DRIVER WASN'T SURE. They have to stop there, people. Don't annoy us with that infernal dinging for nothing. Thank you.

4. The Gomer

The Gomer is most often found in the neighbourhood I live in. Gomer is a term from Samuel Shem's book, House of God, and stands for Get Out of My Emergency Room. Basically Gomers are old lonely people who have nothing better to do than complain about ailments. And they always want your seat. I am beyond tired about hearing about some overly made up woman's ass-boils, or her seatmate's arthritis, especially when they have extricated me from my seat.. Gomers are generally harmless, but very annoying. They are much more likely to be found on the bus than the métro.

5. The Loudmouth

The Loudmouth is a phenomenon totally and completely confined to the bus and train, as cellphones do not work underground (on the métro). The Loudmouth feels the need to show the whole world that they either enjoy wasting money, or have more free minutes than they know what to do with. Thanks sweetie, but we really do NOT need to hear about your cute new guy, your pedicure, like, that like, thing you like did, or anything else, really. Ok, I am being a bit biased. Not all Loudmouthed are preppy teen girls.. I once saw a middle-aged man calling people solely to tell them his new cellphone number. This could not have waited till he got home? It went on the entire time I was on the bus, and I get on at one terminal and off at the other. Blargh.

6. The Harried Hurrier

The Harried Hurrier, or HH, is constantly on the go, to the point of nearly pushing the Gomers (see above) out of their way. That's fine when running for a bus.. But why rush when getting OFF the bus? Especially at the end of the line? Trust me, the driver has no wish to kidnap you. The HH also runs up and down escalators, shoving people left and right, runs through the métro stations, whether a train is coming or not (and even that is fairly stupid, the trains come on average every three to six minutes. You can wait, no?) My main problem with the HH is the rudeness that comes with rushing. The pushing, shoving, impatient foot tapping, etc. Maybe the HH is late for work, but those three mintes won't make THAT MUCH of a difference.

7. The Tourist

I cannot hold the tourists completely responsible for their actions.

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