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What Grinds Our Gears: Rainy bus rides

By: Sarah Sorochuk, SFU Student

With fall comes the rain, and for transit users that is the worst. And it means one thing: wet bus chairs. They feel so gross, and it’s enough to ruin anyone’s day. 

Imagine this: you’re standing at the bus loop, in Burnaby, Surrey or Vancouver, and all the spots under the cover are packed. So you stand in the rain, getting soaked from head to toe. Now you see the bus — the beautiful accordion bus, which means you will probably get a seat. But, oh no, you notice a puddle where the bus will pull up. Do you choose to sacrifice the spot in line, or do you stay there and get splashed with the gross groundwater?

Now! Say you choose to move; you are in the back of the line, and get no seat. You are drenched, with cold toes, shivering, while sliding on the slippery floors in the crowded bus. What fun . . . ! Next, the cold weather and people’s breathing fog up the windows, making it far too hot on the bus. Do you keep or remove your coat? Let’s leave it on — and now you are sweating. Gross. Eventually someone leaves, and you sit down. But the seat? Wet, sticky and disgusting. 

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