| I just hate it when it's full and I'm stuck by the doors.
I hate when you have to go in and out everytime the thing stops so other people can get on or off.
I hate trying to battle people like that. Then there's always some idiot who has to carry on a huge object like a tuba onto the f'n thing, despite the obvious fact that it's rush hour and it's beyond capacity for such a device.
I also hate being pressed on by every single person and not being able to balance myself on anything but a variety of strangers. |