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I had a great time going to the city to that NHL hockey game. I posted about it on that thread where I asked for support as I ventured out to be in that crowd with my PTSD. I had fun.
A little rant now, though. Both on the way there and on the way back I had an encounter with what I considered to be slightly rude people. It caught me off guard.
What happened on the way to the arena was that I was on the escalator going up to street level from the subway. Since I use a cane (even though I'm just 56) because of the chronic kidney disease nerve damage in my feet, me and my cane kept to the right on the escalator so those in a hurry could go past me. It wasn't enough for a young woman behind me, though, who loudly berated me for getting in her way. Hmm.
On the way back on the subway, I waited until the crowd thinned out, but still got on a subway car with no seats left. Except for the assigned seats for the elderly and disabled. A pair of young women sat in those each with a sign over their head making it plain who the seats were for. The seats for the disabled and elderly that they sat in were also blue, while the rest were orange, to make it plain they're for folks like me.
They were college aged and able bodied. I am white haired and was walking on a cane. I approached and stood in front of them on the subway car. Nothing. I'm too small town and/or proud to beg, so not being confronted with a direct request for them to give up their seats, they just gave me cold stares and didn't get up for the whole ride of over half a dozen stops.
I just stood right there the whole way. I survived fine. There was a little pain involved, but I got back fine. Still, hmm again. It's nice how people at home in my smaller town treat me with my cane and stuff. It's nice not to have to think about confronting anybody to get accommodated, me and my cane. I admit I'm too proud to beg.
Guess what I saw was just, as they say, "life in the big city." I had lots of fun there over all. But I'm glad I don't have to commute every day with people in that much of a hurry. Or with people that entitled to sit and me poking along on a cane or wobbling on it hanging from a subway strap.
A little rant now, though. Both on the way there and on the way back I had an encounter with what I considered to be slightly rude people. It caught me off guard.
What happened on the way to the arena was that I was on the escalator going up to street level from the subway. Since I use a cane (even though I'm just 56) because of the chronic kidney disease nerve damage in my feet, me and my cane kept to the right on the escalator so those in a hurry could go past me. It wasn't enough for a young woman behind me, though, who loudly berated me for getting in her way. Hmm.
On the way back on the subway, I waited until the crowd thinned out, but still got on a subway car with no seats left. Except for the assigned seats for the elderly and disabled. A pair of young women sat in those each with a sign over their head making it plain who the seats were for. The seats for the disabled and elderly that they sat in were also blue, while the rest were orange, to make it plain they're for folks like me.
They were college aged and able bodied. I am white haired and was walking on a cane. I approached and stood in front of them on the subway car. Nothing. I'm too small town and/or proud to beg, so not being confronted with a direct request for them to give up their seats, they just gave me cold stares and didn't get up for the whole ride of over half a dozen stops.
I just stood right there the whole way. I survived fine. There was a little pain involved, but I got back fine. Still, hmm again. It's nice how people at home in my smaller town treat me with my cane and stuff. It's nice not to have to think about confronting anybody to get accommodated, me and my cane. I admit I'm too proud to beg.
Guess what I saw was just, as they say, "life in the big city." I had lots of fun there over all. But I'm glad I don't have to commute every day with people in that much of a hurry. Or with people that entitled to sit and me poking along on a cane or wobbling on it hanging from a subway strap.
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I am glad you enjoyed the game. One plus to counteract the other!
Other days I have busy folks hopping out of seats to offer me their seat when I think I am feeling fine... I'm ONLY 60, ya presumptuous brat!!!! Save your pity for someone who NEEDS it. I can still lick you and your brother, too!!!
Hm-m-m...
Glad you hobbled and wobbled your way to a good time. GO TEAM!!!
I think we all have stories like that. I was raised rural, by a nurse, so I've always given up my bus seat or whatever, it's just what you do, the way I was taught..I much prefer where I live. Still a big city by my standards, LOL!
So glad you had fun!
Cheers to Muji!!!