That's multiple yous. As in Y'all or Youse Guys, specifically every single one of you acting like ill-mannered baboons on public transportation. If you want private transportation, spend a few ducats on a limo, or a taxi or drive your own sorry ass to work. Better yet, save the earth and burn some calories by riding a bike.
In the meantime, be aware that your munificent outlay of $1.50 does NOT entitle you to pollute the atmosphere of shared space with odoferous fast food. You need to cooperate with your fellow riders. Allow them to get out before you bully your way on and on, you should stop leaning on the poles, especially when the vehicle is crowded. As much fun as bus-surfing can be, we all have the right to a firm grip. When politely asked to move a few inches to expedite another person's comfort, it behooves you to do so.
Finally, the word is P-U-B-L-I-C, not P-U-B-I-C! There is no need to display any part of your over-fed, hairy anatomy by sitting with your legs spread so widely that we can get an unwelcome peek your shorts as you take up more than your fair share of seat.
Legs together. Eyes forward. On and off the train in a orderly fashion.
Is that so fucking difficult?
Thank you for your kind attention.
Have a nice day.