This morning a young girl gave up her seat for another young girl. At first I didn't understand it but then I thought I saw a small bump on the standing woman so I assumed that she was pregnant. I still don't understand the whole give your seat up for a pregnant woman thing...maybe, if she is like, really really pregnant. Like, I'm worried her water will break on my sandals any moment pregnant, then I would consider it. consider. So here's where it gets funny.
A seat opened up just one stop in on my trek to the j-o-b. I don't hesitate. You see a seat, you go for it. period. I beat out the guy that was standing in the doorway by about a millisecond...ha! victory. i can read my book, apply my make-up, so many more choices when sitting. Then I looked up and noticed that the gentleman that I walked past, who was standing in front of me now had one of those baby bjorn-esque type bags on, but this was more like a duffel. Upon closer inspection I saw that there was no baby in this bag but a dog. His head was popping up throught the mesh netting and he was cute, all big eyes and floppy ears. Immediately, I asked him if he wanted to sit with his dog. He said thanks, but he'd be sitting all day long. I guess with the heat he decided to bring his dog with him to work. So there you have it. I suppose my motto would be men with dogs first, instead of women and children.
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