Every damn time I get on the Max at Pioneer Square during the rush hour commute (4:30-6:30 pm) you manage to be jamming your bike on at the Galleria stop. You know that bikes are limited during the heavy commuter times, but there you go, whining about fitting your ass on the already overcrowded standing-room-only Max anyhow. You and your ilk are just rude and over-entitled. You're almost as bad as the pet lovers who lie about their dogs being service animals. Once or twice I've heard you telling other folks that you "just can't manage the hill" (I'm assuming up through Goose Hollow, etc.). I mean, you're no spring chicken, so I can see that. So I've a suggestion for your dumb ass. STOP RIDING THE FUCKEN BIKE.
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