Most people have a hard time looking directly at it.
At least on the subway.
Yesterday, coming home on the packed E train, karma wasn't with me. I had to smush in with everyone else, and though I stood in front of several able-bodied people, and tried to catch their eyes, no one would budge. I did managed to snag a seat at 42nd street, so i was only seatless for five stops.
This morning, on the Path to the World Trade Center, I waited one stop before a nice woman who looked to be about my age, offered me her seat. The four 30-something dudes to her left tried not to look at me.
Unrelated but still annoying:
When I got out at 53rd and Madison this morning, I saw, to my horror, that the escalator was not working.
I'd already climbed two flights of stairs at that point, carrying my heavy laptop bag.
I then had to haul my ass up an additional 4 flights of stairs.
Some old man looked like he was literally going to keel over and die, so i guess i didn't have it that bad. Still, I had to rest on every landing.
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