This morning on the train... There was a foreign worker in construction overalls in a corner seat in one cabin. He's tired and needs a break. Fine, I decided - Today shall be a "Target The Woman" day.
I approached a woman in a priority seat in the next cabin and politely asked for a seat. She stares at me suspiciously for a long time till the train doors close. Then tell me indignantly that "I'm also!". Ok, maybe you are but do you have to take that long to answer, and be so impolite about it? Not sure if you realize it, but it's certainly not obvious with your bag covering half your body. And if I were you, I would help ask the passenger next to you out of shared sympathy. After all, I'm carrying 10kg more bump than you at this moment.
So I ask the man next to her who chooses to ignore everything and stare at his phone. Once again, he takes a long time to stare at me. Hmmm... I don't think my bump is invisible at nearly 8 months? (Plus I'm holding on to it to support its size.) Then grouchily gets up. I sit down in relief and rest my aching back and churning stomach...
