commuting hate #89,362
30 January, 2008 by blue soup
Those people who lean against the poles in train carriages.
Do they really need to lean against the pole to be held up or would they just flop jellylike to the floor without them? Do they do it just to annoy the rest of us, who cannot hold onto the pole with their entire body pressed against it?
I just force my hand around it now, a sort of mini punch in the back to the offender doing the leaning. If they look at me in a funny way, I look back at them pointedly with a tight smile.
And what about those who have to HUG the pole (thinking of the woman this morning who was curled around it like it was her beloved)…? FREAKS! I HATE THEM!





i’ve had my hand squashed a few times by people like this. but then being a short arse, i generally get treated like i’m invisible on the tube.
Better to squash than to stretch to the rail above and reveal sweaty pits. Try holding onto them next time you encounter one.
I feel bad because I leant against a pole yesterday on the Bakerloo line
In my hurriedly put together defence, the train was empty, it was only one stop and I couldn’t be bothered to sit down.
If you need me, I’ll be stood in the corner thinking of the bad thing I did.
Totally true! I usually find some way to manage to hold on to the poll anyway and then if the person leans on my hand I sort of flex it so that they become aware of it and it usually makes them stop leaning on it so much. I will not be defeated!
Yup - I completely agree. I usually tut loudly and frown at people while attempting to curl at least the tip of a finger round the pole. I find that these people are totally capable of ignoring me tho - usually due to the extreme loudness of their ipods and simultaneous ignorance of common manners and tube ettiquette. *sigh*
Yes they are horrible people that do this.
Equally horrid are the ones that stand in front of you at the corner of the carriage but with their back to you. And, as the train fills up, step further and further back until you find you can no longer read your book due to their discourteous buttocks being in the way.
(GOD. I HATE COMMUTING.)