tram story #2

oh.hell.no.

I think...yeah, I think I got mistaken for being a little pregnant on my tram ride this morning.

It was peak hour, I'd had to skip taking the first tram that passed by because it was too crowded so by the time tram number number two clanged by, I was not in the brightest of moods. Thankfully, tram number two had plenty of room so I made my way to the end of the carriage and stood, listening to my ipod and generally minding my own business.

The next thing I know, the lady sitting down to my left politely, though loudly (she too had her ipod in her ears), inquired if I wanted a seat. After saying no with what I can only imagine was a confused look on my face, she asked if I was sure. WHAT THE HELL??

There are usually very limited reasons why a fellow commuter would be willing to offer up their prized seat. One reason is that the person standing is a stone's throw from death and has looked at you longingly until you vacate the seat they'd like. The other reason is that the person standing is very obviously carrying another small person in their stomach and what kind of arse would you be if you didn't offer the poor woman a seat - especially in summer. Now, I'm not saying this out of conceit but I have frequently been told that I look younger than my 30 years. So this leads me to believe that the kind lady was offering me a seat because I looked like I was CARRYING A BABY IN MY STOMACH!! The worst part about this is that I must immediately stop wearing one of my favourite NYC-purchased dresses which I was wearing at the time of this debacle.

Unless she thought I was drunk and offered me a seat because I looked unsteady on my feet. Yeah, let's go with that.