Subway Etiquette

In general when on the subway I stand. Or rather I did before I got pregnant. Sure if I’ll sit if there’s a seat or if it’s a long ride. But the vast majority of the time I will stand. And honestly most of the time now I still stand.

Now, while it isn’t a rule, general subway etiquette says that you get up and give your seat to someone who is injured or pregnant. I have never seen anyone (but myself, friends I’m with or NewsBoy) actually do this.

So imagine my shock when not once but twice this week I was offered a seat by a stranger! One went as far as to yell at a young kid who was about to sit in the seat she had just vacated for me.

I thanked her profusely but said that I had been sitting all day and would be getting off at the next stop so I didn’t want the seat.

Don’t believe everything you read folks…there are kind New Yorkers.

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Finding the Funny

So last night NewsBoy and I were talking as we were getting into bed. We were talking about the progesterone injections we are now doing every morning. NewsBoy says to me: “You know when I took sex ed in school there was no mention of needles. I think we might be doing it wrong.”

I was immediately hysterical. I laughed so hard I was near tears. And I felt lighter then I have in weeks.

Just goes to show you…marrying a man who can make you laugh is just as important as all those other things Mom told you to look for…

No Flip Flops on the Subway!

So funny story…but first a bit of back story…I have a thing where I just don’t wear flip flops in the subway. It scheves me out to no end. So I don’t do it…I bring them in my pocketbook or leave them in the office. No matter what I do, I wear sneakers while commuting.

So last night I went to a happy hour for a friend/co-worker who is moving to L.A. I left about quarter to 9. And my work wife told me I should “just try” wearing flip flops on the subway. “You’ll be fine.” she promised. So I was just buzzed enough to listen to her. On my way to the subway I bought myself an ice cream cone from a Mr. Softy truck. Walked down the stairs into the subway to find the train pulling up. So I sped up a bit to catch it. Half a step from the train I slipped on something (probably the ice cream that was melting! This is thanks to the lack of traction my flip flops have) and nearly fell between the train and the platform. Immediately the top of my foot was bruised and swollen. This morning it hurt to put on my sneaker!

And that is why I don’t wear flip flops on the subway.