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	<title>Comments on: Too close for comfort on the Fremont line</title>
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		<title>By: Jace</title>
		<link>http://bartdiaries.com/2009/08/20/too-close-for-comfort-on-the-fremont-line/comment-page-1/#comment-15</link>
		<dc:creator>Jace</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 20:09:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember once on the bus there was a guy who kept hitting me with his backpack (that he still had on his back) and I kept sliding over to get away from him and for some reason he kept sliding closer to me to hit me with his bag. When I tried to talk to him, he didn&#039;t &#039;understand&#039; English or he was &#039;deaf&#039;. So I again moved away, only to have him move closer. So I turned around and started poking his shoulder to get his attention. Well maybe a minute later of me poking his shoulder, he finally decided to turn around and I told him to move the f*ck away from me, to stop hitting me with his bag or I would stuff down his throat so far that it would come out his a**. Now, I&#039;m a fairly petite woman and he towered over me but I was so fed up and teed off that he moved to the back of the bus. And a few of the people around told me &#039;Good job&#039;.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember once on the bus there was a guy who kept hitting me with his backpack (that he still had on his back) and I kept sliding over to get away from him and for some reason he kept sliding closer to me to hit me with his bag. When I tried to talk to him, he didn&#8217;t &#8216;understand&#8217; English or he was &#8216;deaf&#8217;. So I again moved away, only to have him move closer. So I turned around and started poking his shoulder to get his attention. Well maybe a minute later of me poking his shoulder, he finally decided to turn around and I told him to move the f*ck away from me, to stop hitting me with his bag or I would stuff down his throat so far that it would come out his a**. Now, I&#8217;m a fairly petite woman and he towered over me but I was so fed up and teed off that he moved to the back of the bus. And a few of the people around told me &#8216;Good job&#8217;.</p>
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		<title>By: driver</title>
		<link>http://bartdiaries.com/2009/08/20/too-close-for-comfort-on-the-fremont-line/comment-page-1/#comment-12</link>
		<dc:creator>driver</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 05:43:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m an RTC card carrying disabled person but I seldom claim the front seats. This one time though, I felt myself having an aura (pre-seizure) and needed to sit down quick. An old lady was in one handicapped seat with her newspaper in the other, reading cross seats. I asked her to move it. She spewed Cantonese at me, so I sat on her paper. Then I was out for a while, floating off into seizure-ville. I could feel her tugging on my bum, but she had to wait.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m an RTC card carrying disabled person but I seldom claim the front seats. This one time though, I felt myself having an aura (pre-seizure) and needed to sit down quick. An old lady was in one handicapped seat with her newspaper in the other, reading cross seats. I asked her to move it. She spewed Cantonese at me, so I sat on her paper. Then I was out for a while, floating off into seizure-ville. I could feel her tugging on my bum, but she had to wait.</p>
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		<title>By: jeff</title>
		<link>http://bartdiaries.com/2009/08/20/too-close-for-comfort-on-the-fremont-line/comment-page-1/#comment-11</link>
		<dc:creator>jeff</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 18:01:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>this post reminds me of something i saw on &lt;a href=&quot;http://cbslocalblogs.prospero.com/kpix_eyeonblogs?entry=6447&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Eye on Blogs&lt;/a&gt; yesterday about buying two seats on public transit if you need two seats.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>this post reminds me of something i saw on <a href="http://cbslocalblogs.prospero.com/kpix_eyeonblogs?entry=6447" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Eye on Blogs</a> yesterday about buying two seats on public transit if you need two seats.</p>
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