News from the CTA etiquette front. Or shall I say, lack of etiquette.
First, my daughter related this after-school train story. All was quiet until she heard:
"Crystal! I knew I did not want you falling asleep on this train because I knew you would have to go to the bathroom."
Everyone in the train car looked up to see a heavy stream of urine coursing down the grooved walkway of the rail car. Riders were dancing gingerly around the rivulets.
Neither mom nor 7-year-old daughter seemed too alarmed otherwise. Mom wrapped a sweatshirt around her waist and they stepped off the train.
Grooming run amok. Meanwhile, one morning this week a friend from work spied a woman doing the all-too-common groom rituals on the Red Line:
- First she carefully brushed and braided her hair.
- Then carefully applied makeup to her face.
- And to top it off, she pulled out her stick deodorant and rubbed up her pits. But at least she tried to be "subtle" about it. She unearthed a floppy hat out of her shopping bag and used it to try and "shield" her pit application from other riders.
Ummm, sorry. That didn't work.
And this may be the only week I used the word "deodorant" twice in a headline on this blog.
May it be the last.
(Photo from Jupiter Images)