Subway riders suck. For the most part.
Subway riders are either heartless or selfish.
That statment doesn't leave a lot of room for debate, I know, but I've been shocked the last few times I've ridden the rocket to discover no one gets up to give a pregnant lady a seat.
True, most days I look more like a sausage than an expectant mom all squished into my non-maternity ski jacket (the M-Coat doesn't exist in my size and now I've almost written off pregnancy clothing altogether), but even when I play up my tummy - unzip my jacket and look pathetic - no one so much as bats an eyelash in my direction. Let alone stands to surrender a seat.
Why is that?
People sometimes stare at my stomach from their reclined positions on the TTCs cold metal chairs. They'll glance up or sideways then resume their gaze on their own hands, the book their reading, the floor.
No one makes a move. I think that going forward, if someone ever did offer me a seat, I might be so taken aback by the gesture I would probably look at them weird or mean and likely refuse to accept it.
I hate to think that in the past I've been that heartless or selfish - but as a subway rider myself I've probably, most certainly, been that idiot who refuses to budge.
Now I know better.
And I vow never to NOT pay attention again. I promise - once I'm no longer with child - that I will always offer my chair to someone who looks like they need it.
Because having to stand, sandwiched between some smelly guy with a pointy backpack and a kid with snot on his face, at seven months pregnant just plain sucks.
It sucks at the best of times, but as a queasy rotund chick it sucks even more.