My Metro Last Straw: BEDBUGS
I have been riding the metro to and from work for the last two years, and intermittently before then. I have rushed to a woman lying beside her own blood after being attacked (thankfully being helped by everybody), I have inhaled unknown substances from crack pipes, I have sat in mystery fluid. I have waited 20 minutes for a train only for it to arrive, not open its doors, and then find that the next train was 24 more minutes away, necessitating a Lyft. I moved on from these things. I support transit, I'm low-income and can't afford driving that much.
But on Friday, I started feeling very itchy without knowing why. I saw a strange little bug trying to get into my shoe and brushed it off, not realizing what it was. When I got home I discovered that perhaps 20 bedbugs had emerged from my seat on the train and latched onto me. I have spent the last day making sure they didn't infiltrate my home. But I feel so violated. That shouldn't happen.
Just one small section of the \"gift\" I got from the A line train on Friday
My enthusiasm for the metro is officially dead for now. I was going to "ride the D" for fun next week, but I have to take a step away. Something has to change. Fare enforcement at the gate (maybe HAVING gates?), better cleaning, I don't know what. I'm so mad. The metro board is a bunch of clowns. What do I do to help fix this mess?