| Wednesday, January 17, 2007 |
| So What???? |
When I was getting ready this a.m., it was 9 degrees outside, with a windchill of -7.
When I got to the T stop this a.m., I had just missed a train. I waited a full 14 minutes before the next one came by, but it didn't stop. It rolled right on by.
A solid 10 minutes later, another came along - and it was PACKED. Every stop was more crowded than usual, and the train was stuffed to its gills by the time we got 2 stops further - not yet to the center of my smaller outlying town.
By the time we got to one of the final stops before going underground, a large burly boy, who sounded much like Philip Seymour Hoffman, was standing in the doorway (with at least a dozen other people), and basically telling people at all the stops that there was no room. He was, for the most part, correct. I was a bit away from the door, and could not see everybody there, but the train was packed. At one stop, someone asked, "could you move in?" and burly-boy said, "there's no where for us to go, sorry." (Not that he really tried.)
So at this final above-ground stop, a girl who was waiting said, "you need to move in." Burly-boy persisted with the "there's no where to go." The girl says: I'm pregnant, and I just can't stand out here any longer!
From another part of the train, someone (female) says "so what!" That enrages one of the door people (female), who says, "So WHAT? Jesus! I will get off!" and so one of those wedged into the door area got OFF the train so that pregnant girl could get on. She then leaned up against the doors as they shut, and while I couldn't see her, she sounded like she was crying.
5 minutes of silence ensued, where everybody on the train was stealing furtive glances at the others who were stuck being part of a species, a crowd, a mob, that they were embarrassed to be a part of themselves.
Eventually, burly-boy says to the girl: "Well, congratulations, at least."
"Thanks," she said. "I'm 6 weeks along." |
posted by Zuska @ 8:57 AM   |
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You know, I'm too tired to analyze what I make of this, but it's an amazing story, nonetheless.
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You know, I'm too tired to analyze what I make of this, but it's an amazing story, nonetheless.