Passengers!
Before I get started, I want to tell Christine Taylor that I hope she had a great time at the Michigan Pageant and hoped she felt she did her best! Smile. My thoughts (and Keris) were there for you all weekend long. I hope to hear from you soon.
Yesterday, I headed out to Fort Tryon Park to enjoy the Rennisance Faire and found myself feeling crabby once I arrived. In NYC the subways are underground as you all know but some of them have elevators instead of stairs for the elevated areas (because the stop happens to be near a cliff) as such as it was the case at Fort Tryon.I boarded onto the elevator which is about the size of a stadard NYC bedroom or a standard Maine office and waited for it to fill. One woman came in and jabbed at me to push me over. I was like hey, look it- dont you push me! See lady, as I pointed behind me, there is a table here so I cannot move as I would like to. The lady was like.. Im sorry and moved away and off of me. I said, No you arent thinking to myself “You push as if you are in kindergarden and you arent.” Sheesh. Smile.
This was the second time I experienced this. Last week a man on the bus tried to push me into the overcrowded bus so he could get inside of the “white line” where all passengers must stand behind and I was like- excuse me sir can you see all the sardines behind me? If they cannot move, I obviously cannot move any further and he was still trying to drill his way in, STOP PUSHING ME. Im like, stop it and dont touch me lously enough for the bus driver and nearby passengers to look over. I can only imagine their interpretation of the situation a white girl telling a black man not to touch her, Ugh. The man finally backed off. I was like, geez- the nerve of these people. You know? They feel like they can just push their way around. No sense of courtesy! Smile.
