Manners At Large

I often write about the New York subway, it’s ups and downs, the good, bad and the ugly, so when I found myself facing a fellow, quite Kennedyesque…6 feet 3, tawny, rumpled hair waving with arrogance, I can’t claim to be surprised.

It was early, 4:15 a.m. seats all packed with what I call the changing of the guard: hotel workers, cops, the all-nighters who repair the tracks and trains, when this young kid in his 20s gets on.

Let me say without sounding politically incorrect, most of the riders are Black and Latino and possibly the politest group of New Yorkers you’ll ever meet.  The grace and mutual consideration towards fellow passengers at that hour is truly impressive.  So when this bumbling kid came on and sat himself when there was barely room, between a middle aged Latino man and young African American girl, no one said a word, as he pinned them in like basted hens.

I’m sitting across watching knowing the Spanish man would say nothing, but was waiting for the girl with dreds and mauve eyeshadow to react, and she did not disappoint.

As this elite turd let his wet umbrella fall across her lap, his eyes shut with indifference, she kicked it across the car.

Well done, I silently said. He woke up with a start proceeding to talk down to her which twisted my nose totally out of shape, so yes, enter SB.

“You know pal, you’re not the only one on the train, so I suggest you be more courteous.”

He gave me that Bobby Kennedy, half toothy grin I actually love (but not this time) and said,

“Hey, it’s a free country.”

So now the entire car knew just what an asshole he really was since, an apology was in order to this young lady who was about to garrote him like a goat.

Next stop Grand Central, we hear as he collects his duffle and umbrella that’s now at the other end of the car, gets up and says, “More power to the people,” before stepping off.

I watched the Latino man shake out his crushed shoulders, and the soggy girl settle in with her music and thought, manners make mornings so much nicer, as the Number 6 wormed it’s way down Lex.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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12 Responses to Manners At Large

  1. Rudeness is tough first thing in the morning and 4:15 is really first thing.

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  2. George says:

    Just another 4:15AM subway ride in NYC..:)

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  3. micklively says:

    I don’t like umbrellas, as I find them a threat to courtesy at the best of times. Seems like Bobby wasn’t even trying.

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  4. skinnyuz2b says:

    Some people are sooo oblivious, thinking only of their own comfort. We all run across them from time to time, and just have to be thankful that it isn’t every day. I once worked near (but in a different department) of one of these yahoos. He didn’t have a clue, despite the daily reprimands and comments.

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  5. Something tells me that young man’s attitude is going to get worse over the next 4 years.

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  6. I just love that last paragraph. It seems like something Hemingway might have written.
    Glad you’re a fighter, always standing up for others. 🙂

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