i got mean today, and i'm pretty sure it was righteous indignation, but you be the judge...
new york city subway stations are horrible. they're home to thousands and thousands of rats, they smell like urine, and they are definitely not handicap friendly (read: pick up your stroller, throw it over your shoulder and get walking up those stairs, girlfriend). elevators are about as rare as a three dollar bill, so imagine our relief as kathryn, suzi & strollered will, strollered fox and i saw an elevator on the platform as our train was pulling to a stop. we and everyone else on the train made a bee-line for the elevator, and fox and i were the only fortunate ones out of our small band to make it on the lift as able-bodied, stroller-less humans with perfectly good legs piled in after me. maddening. so as the elevator doors shut, i decided to open my gob and pick a fight with the entire, inconsiderate crowd while confined in an 8x8 foot box. went something like this:
big mouth: "you know, you should really let people who need the elevator use it first."
snarky chick, to her friend: "did you hear what she just said??"
her friend: "uh-huh!"
big mouth: "now my friend has to carry her stroller up that entire flight of stairs."
snarky chick: "well she can wait!"
guy in the corner starts humming a song to break the tension. snarky chick and friend mock me in a language i assume is english. i'm mumbling my grievances under my breath.
i ram snarky chick with the stroller. just kidding. maybe.