Take a bath jerk
Hey buddy. No one gives a crap that you were at Pitchfork. Put your arm down and rip that thing off finally. This is the equivalent of the freind that went skiing ONCE and still has the lift tag on their North Face jacket. Blech.
Oh yeah, for real… this guy smelled like ass. Take a bath and take that wristband off. Ass.
So what do we have here, people? I think we all know what’s going on. I’ll sit back and let you soak in the assholery that is a classic PLD…. Done? No? Well don’t worry. This city never seems to run out of these people.
Oh yeah, she’s probably thinking about how much more important what she does is than what her co-workers do. Ass.
comfy, jerkwad?
Believe it or not, this is the position he went right to when he got on the train. Like, he got up in the morning and said, “Today is a great day. I got my favorite green bag-thing and I know exactly how I want to stand when I get on the train.” Let me tell you buddy, flaring out your pits for all the world to enjoy, not to mention the reason he’s on the site now, is not working for us.
Oh yeah, this guy probably just worked out last night for the first time in like 2 years and has his arm up like that so he can feel the burn in his guns. Ass.
"Can I offer you 1/4 seat, ma'am?"
Here, we have another Seat-Hogging Douchebag caught, yet again, by one of our with-child readers. We’re grateful for her previous posts. Let’s hear how bad it gets:
“I imagine any conversation with this upstanding citizen would go something like this:
Tired mother/pregnant lady and/or worker saddled with laptop, backpack and lunch bag: ’May I sit down?’
This upstanding citizen: ’I'm sorry, this seat is reserved for…..MY ARM!’
Oh…And check out how packed this Oak Park bound Green Line train was….”
Can’t really tell how crowded it was from this pic, but I know good and well to take you at your word. Thanks for the story! Keep ‘em coming people!
Oh yeah, I noticed the wedding band on this guy’s finger. I wonder if his wife knows this is what he does when she’s not around. Ass.
Here’s the shot showing how crowded it was when the above photo was taken:
Thanks for the follow-up, diligent citizen! Keep up the good work…
Got a submission today from a guy we’ll call “L.R.” Now L.R. assures me that the train was much more crowded but this was the only shot he could get. Let’s here his tale of woe, shall we?
“Southbound Red Line. Noon rush.
By the time I was able to worm myself into position to snap the pic, the train had emptied a bit. So this may not be the most egregious violation you’ve ever seen. But still, the fuckin’ Red Line isn’t this chode’s personal goddamn coat rack. If he didn’t want to wear a suit, he could’ve kept his job at the used book store.”
Well, there you have it. Another cheezed-off CTA rider taking advantage of his god-given right to say something about. Thanks, L.R.!
Oh yeah, this guy probably has a bunch of friends that just barely tolerate the fact that he’s always trying get them to listen to Rush. Ass.