For those fellow souls that have to regularly commute via public transport (like myself) I’m sure you can empathise with this:
Commuteritis – being sick of other people on public transport.
There’s always one roaring into a cell phone talking about rashes and sexual conquests and such things that us normal commuters wouldn’t dream of talking about in public.
There’s always one that closes the window on a stuffy bus or opens the windows on a freezing bus.
There’s always one that allows the rest of us to appreciate their tastes in music. No matter how eclectic.
There’s always the one picking an orifice - ear, nose and yes other ones too.
There’s always that member of the opposite sex that you make accidental eye contact with more than once and they automatically assume you fancy them no matter how many time you flash your wedding ring.
There’s always the one with the bad breath/body odour issue.
There’s always one with 500 bags of shopping or a huge backpack that whacks everyone when they are getting on/off the bus.
There’s always the one with long hair/dandruff that dangles/sprinkles onto you when you sit behind them.
There’s always the one trying to read your email/text over your shoulder.
There’s always one guy sucking mucus from his nose down the back of his throat and swallowing loudly making everyone else nauseous.
There ‘s always the one that counts out their change 5 cents at a time leaving us sitting at the stop for an era.
And my personal favourite – The big ignorant Mick who always pushes on in front of everyone else regardless of the order of arrival at the stop.
Share your communteritis-isms!