My Own Subway Series #1- 

As I rode the subway home from work today, I noticed a few things. I am not a maternal person, don't get me wrong, i love my nieces, but fortunately my maternal clock has been on the fritz for as long as I can remember. This morning there seemed to be an overwhelming amount of children on the Q train. Now I'll admit some of them are cute, for a bit. However, after about two stops a seat became available and a father scrambled to get his son the seat. Now he was little, but I can't help but think that this kid has had over 8 hours of sleep and his legs are smaller than an adult, so why do children have  to have a seat on the train.

A few months ago after a very long work week I made a bee line for an open seat on the Q. I beat out a mother and her two children. For the record, I didn't make any contact with any of them. You would have thought that I cut the kids the way the mother reacted to me. Started ranting, for maaaany maaaannyy stops about how I was lucky I didn't hit her kid cause then it'd have been on. She was travelling with another woman who proceeded to give me dirty looks and gave a good amen here and there where appropriate. I, being the loud-mouthed Italian I am, am not about to take that s#@! by any means so I responded to her that I hadn't touched her or her children. Probably not my smartest move but the office was hell that week and I was in one of those kiss my a@@ new york kinda moods - you know the kind I am talking about. Well, I poked the bear so now I had to deal with the backlash. I said my peace then put my headphones on and pretended to be playing music - i know my spy technique is so stellar! After her sermon she continued to glare but was silent. 

I got ready to get off at my stop, keys in hand ready in case I had to shank anyone. As I was leaving the train she yells, see you later fat bitch! now, let me explain...i am not a size 6, nor will I ever be one, but I am by no means heavy. I have some weight to lose, yes, but overall I would say I am average weight, with one, well two large exceptions. I hadn't really respected this woman, but it never ceases to underwhelm me when someone goes to the weight issue. really? that's the best you can come up with? I think of it as the easy way out. 

so, being the ballsy bitch I am, I turn around and say that I may lose a few pounds but she will always be stuck with those kids. (and then scurried off the train of course) Did I mention I had been drinking tequila before getting on the train??? 

So, again, parents, you're children may be sweet from time to time but that does not entitle them to a seat on the train. I didn't tell you to have them, and I won't let you tell me that it is my duty to give them my seat...do they work for my boss? and have to deal with all her s@#! I think not...