Friday, April 04, 2008
Man, nothing makes me more self-conscious about living in this city than reading the comments on Gothamist. Every day it's a new social faux-pas I have to worry about making. But I have decided to draw the line at this subway hyper-sensitivity. I step in all the way, I don't hold up the doors, I don't sit in between seats, and I even reach higher up on the pole so that shorter people have room to grab on. And honestly? That's all I'm gonna do. It's fucking Thunderdome on those trains most weekdays, and if I see an available seat, I'm going for it, children and old people be damned. Sorry. It's also not my problem if you don't feel like wedging yourself next to my fat ass on a seat. If I don't think there's room on a bench, I stay standing, but if I got the seat first, it's your move, Highlander. It's every man for himself on those trains, and I'm cool with that, but until the rest of this city starts observing the part of the social contract that says you move to the right while walking past someone, every man for himself it will remain.