The New Rosa Parks of the World

I hate to use the analogy of a recently deceased civil rights worker, but one of my pet peeves is something akin to a Rosa Parks syndrome.

On my shuttle to work from my apartment complex, I get on during the first stop. Every morning, I watch my co-commuters get on the shuttle with me and fill up all the seats in the front first – leaving the last people to get on to have to walk all the way into the back to get a seat – or to find they have to stand.

I can understand the last people getting on taking a preference to a front seat rather than a back seat, but it’s ridiculous. Those shuttles have very little room to walk in between the two columns of seats, and none of us are getting any skinnier. It’s pretty dumb to force people to try to squeeze past row after row of people just because you want to save a minute or two by being the first person off the bus in the morning.