You Know You're Riding SEPTA, When...

Thursday, Feb. 07, 2002 20:04

SEPTA = South Eastern Pennsylvania Transportation Authority ...public transit.

You know you're riding SEPTA, when...

You get out three stops after you pulled the cord for your stop.

You've mastered using the support bars, and swing from them like a monkey while your bus goes from 0 to 50 in and out of traffic, then stops at the end of the block.

There are more people eating MacDonalds on the bus, then there are in the MacDonalds just across the street.

You find yourself defacing the bus in someway, even though you normally never do such things.

You've been in at least one fight before on SEPTA, and whenever you get on, you always look for the biggest, toughest person on the bus who you may have to fight next.

Everyone stares at you when you get on.

The driver stops to ask for free cereal samples that are being passed out.

There's at least one person either; drunk
talking to him/herself
passed out
or crying.

You think the new buses are too bright and too clean.

Riding piss-drunk is either incredibly funny or absolutely terrifying.

You swear the driver is "Large Marge" from Pee-Wee's Big Adventure.

You kick the trash off the seat 'cause there's no fuckin way you're putting your hand near there.

You gave up lunch that afternoon just so you could afford to ride on the shittiest, most expensive public bus you've ever been on.

and the last reason I can think of at the moment, for You know you're riding SEPTA, when... is;

You're still waiting for your bus.


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