Please Be My Backdoor Man/Woman

I am a big fan of public transportation. Yes, I have no car. I ride the bus. The 54c if you are curious. 9:22 every morning right by the Curves in Bloomfield, if you are interested in stalking It might not be the coolest thing, or the most appealing to women, but I rather enjoy riding the bus as opposed to contributing to global warming and the eventual disappearance of Bangledash from the map of the earth, not that I am judging (Al Gore is, though, you earth killer!). Besides, if I really cared about being cool or appealing to women, I'd shower or occasionally have conversations with the opposite sex.
However, one thing that really gets my goat about the buses in our fair city is this-whenever the bus goes through shadyside, and gets packed full of asshole shadysiders or hungover oaklanders, it becomes so crowded that it is nearly impossible to actually get off the bus from my backseat without accidentally hitting handicapped old women in the head with my massive bookbag (and pectorals). But no matter how full the bus is, no matter the polite screams from cute undergrad girls on the back of the bus, the bus drivers never seem to or want to let the back door open for people to get off (no double entendre intended, sickos). In fact, they seem smugly pleased to force you to trudge all the way to the front of the bus, senior citizens toes be damned, rather than to press a simple damn button to open the back door. In Dc, where no fashionable citizen is caught dead on a bus, you can open the backdoor for yourself. But here? No. We have some convaluted system where sometimes you pay when you get on, and sometimes you pay when you get off, so the back doors can't open at your whim, and if you don't know whether to pay when you get on or off, the drivers yell at you like you just told the cops you found nichole simpson's real killer.
I'm just saying, bus drivers, please give us some backdoor love.