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The DC metro has an answer

I fired away my previous post while still riding the Metro yesterday. As I was riding back home I saw this sign in the Metro which explains the "No Eating Rule". That makes sense . I am curious from you if your city has a Metro - is there a "No eating Rule" . if there isn't have you seen any rats in your Metro.


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Andrew said…
No eating allowed on Atlanta's MARTA. I've seen rats on the rails, but not in trains.
vanderwal said…
Most cities in the US and Europe that I have been to do not allow smoking, eating, or drinking on their metro/light rail or busses. Part is smell, part is mess, and part health (attracts rats and bugs).

The cities that do not have signs or stated rules have been discussing them as what they call "public courtesy" is breaking down.
Paula Brantner said…
I don't think that many/any allow eating, but the real question is how many people enforce it as rigidly as DC's Metro, where they bust pre-teens eating french fries (http://www.skeptictank.org/gen1/gen00566.htm) and people chewing the last piece of a candy bar (http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A22456-2004Jul28.html)
Papi Saffle said…
I live in DC and see people eat now and then. It has not happened a lot since the Metro Goon Squad arrested a 12 year old girl for eating French fries.
http://www.skeptictank.org/gen1/gen00566.htm
Andy Roth said…
I was riding Metro yesterday, and saw a guy taking a picture of that same sign. Oh wait, that was you.

I think they should allow food and employ rat terriers to a) eat the scraps that fall to floor and b) kill the rats.
Unknown said…
I have to admit, I rode the metro in DC the other day with a starbucks coffee. I thought about it, looked for any signs and saw none. I walked right by the metro employees at the gates and they saw me. I wasnt hiding anything. They said nothing. Now I am not one to litter, but I know there are those who will. So I understand the rule. I did it becus I had seen others with starbucks on the metro a couple of weeks back so i thought it was ok, but apparently not ...I will be good form here on out
Jimmy, you're allowed to bring Starbucks on the train. You're just not allowed to drink from that Starbucks cup until you're outside the metro system. Strange, isn't it?
Shawn said…
We don't have a public rail service here in San Luis Obispo, CA. But the local bus service doesn't allow eating/drinking on the buses. That being said, I've seen it happen. The level of enforcement really depends on the driver. Some drivers are more strict about these rules than others.

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