I work in Manhattan. I take the subway. I have mentioned it before, but never have I given a full on account of what it takes to ride the subway. Especially pregnant. Standing in a crowded car. Next to a man who smelled HORRIFICALLY. Did I mention, I'm pregnant and can smell my neighbor's kitty litter box in her laundry room? It took all of my might NOT to throw up right next to him. I couldn't even look in his general direction. If given the chance of offending one person due to their poor personal hygiene or offending a whole subway car of passengers with my vomit, manners go out the window.
I quickly shifted myself to another part of the car and then this elderly hispanic lady (the only woman sitting with a bench full of men) takes one look at my belly and pale face from the smelly guy and offers me her seat. None of the men sitting next to her even glanced in my general direction while I was strap-hanging. She offered me her seat. Wow. I was floored. But she was like, 85 years old and very frail looking. I thanked her for her offer and explained I was getting off a the next stop. I was warned by another girlfriend that no one on the subway could give a crap, but this lovely lady did.
Thank you, whoever you are, thank you for showing me that not all New Yorkers are callous and don't care, especially on a crowded subway during rush hour at 7:45am.
Monday, May 02, 2005
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I remember being about 32 weeks pregnant and had to go interstate for work where everyone stood up on the trams for me. I was stunned. I always stand up and find that funny - it's only women usually who do. BTDT?
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