Some things never change
Last week I wrote about idiots who block doors and aisles.
Then Kevin B. O'Reilly shared this pertinent cartoon from the early 1900s. It seems some thing never change.
Too bad almost all the cobblestone is gone in Chicago.
Cartoon from the Outbursts of Everett True by A.D. Condo, published from 1905 to 1927.

If only it were that easy!
Great cartoon though : -)
Posted by: Michael | May 16, 2007 at 08:53 AM
ouch.. thats supposed to be humorous?! my beef is usually getting on the bus and find people putzing around with change holding up everybody behind them.
Posted by: ryan | May 16, 2007 at 09:09 AM
Goes to show that people have been ignorant and rude since the beginning of time.
Posted by: Nik | May 16, 2007 at 10:01 AM
That's so funny! I love it.
Posted by: Kimberli | May 16, 2007 at 02:04 PM
OMG. The coin fumblers take it all. They typically bitch and moan at the bus stop about how long they have to wait for a bus, but are the first ones to jump in line and dig down in 50 pockets or 987 purses to pay with all coins! That makes me livid.
Posted by: deepkid | May 16, 2007 at 05:54 PM
That. Is. Awesome.
I was thinking to myself, "What a shame we don't have cobblestones anymore..." and then I read it. Kevin, great minds think alike, so they say!
Posted by: Patrick | May 17, 2007 at 01:54 PM
I also dislike the coin fumblers! Or anyone else who doesn't have his or her fare ready for immediate payment. They're standing at the bus stop the whole time, and it never occurs to them to get their change ready, dig the card out of their bag, etc.
Posted by: Brian | May 18, 2007 at 12:43 AM
Getting off a very crowded Red Line today -- I didn't want to push through anybody until the doors opened, due to the fact that, well, nobody had anywhere to go, so why push 'em? I was right next to the people standing in the doorway, so I didn't see a problem getting out.
Doors open, and it takes the people in front of me excruciating seconds to get out of the way. By the time I made it past two people, the passengers on the platform had started getting on. Upon seeing me pushing through, they stopped in their tracks. And, you can't exactly go through statues..
The squirrely little guy standing in front of the door on the right graciously took time out of his busy day to finally take a step outside of the train to let anyone needing to exit off.
And, just as I took my last step off of the train, he took his bony little shoulder -- obviously miffed that I made his squatty legs take a step out of their way -- and attempted to push me as hard as he could with it. I flinched slightly, grumbled "asshole!", and watched him waddle his way just inside the doors as they closed. I'm just glad his half-size legs fit inside. Otherwise, I'm pretty sure a guy my size could have, you know, completely stomped him.
Good times, though, those passive aggressive short people..
Posted by: Joe Blow | May 19, 2007 at 01:28 AM