Lately I've been encountering the New York equivalent to road rage.
Monday night I walked through midtown in the midst of afternoon rush hour. People were swarming around me, some sauntering leisurely, some stopping in the middle of the sidewalk.
I boarded a cramped subway that had no air-conditioning. Bad. Very, very bad.
At the first stop I scooted out onto the platform and into the next car. Better, but it was crowded and I had just a tiny space by the door.
The woman next to me (her elbow touching mine) was reading a book and drinking an iced coffee. Deeply engrossed and oblivious, she had her nose in her book and her iced coffee in my face.
Thoughts race through my head. Confronting her with a push, declaring that of course, her coffee and book must be made comfortable. Oh, don't mind me! Who am I? Just another fare-paying customer! Be oblivious and selfish! Stay in your little world!!!!
Miraculously, I got through the ride without an explosion or homicide. It's not like this kind of thing (crowds, discomfort, loud-talking people, space invaders, wholesale stress) doesn't happen every single day in various forms. There opportunity on the subway, on the sidewalk, in line. I should be used to it by now!
To those who make the journey to and from work stuck in traffic, take heart. It can always be much, much worse!
Related posts: Queuing up at Grand Central, Grand Central and Tall Tales and The View into Grand Central Station.