I travel by train twice a day and I decided to write my experiences down and make it into a returning column series. Today is episode 2.
Crowded trains are never fun. During rush hour, it’s very common that you can barely sit and that you’re doomed to breathe in your neighbours breath that smells like vomit mixed with garlic. Great.
But today something different happened. Instead of getting pissed in my head and visualising myself of cussing people out, something very sad happened. Not to me, but to somebody else. That usually comforts me, that I’m not the victim (this time), but somebody else is. Not today. Today is the day that I saw a man making a pregnant woman cry. How did I know she was pregnant? Well, she screamed that she had a ‘big belly’ and it was very obvious that her stomach wasn’t full of fat contained out of pastry, candy and alcohol, but that she had a bun in the oven. A little growing human being.
This is what happened. Let’s call the woman Peggy. I don’t know why, but that name just popped up in my head when I think about her. So, Peggy walked into the train wagon with close in front of her an adult man. He screamed ‘act normal!’, Peggy screamed ‘You act normal! Idiot! I have a big belly!’. The man walked away and Peggy sat down and bursted into tears. She apologised to her fellow train travellers and she got offered a napkin. It was the saddest thing I had seen that day and I felt sorry for her. I was sitting a couple seats away and I couldn’t do anything. What could I’ve done? What can you do when a pregnant woman burst into tears after a strange man yelled at her? Do you look away like an asshole? Do you offer her a napkin (someone did!) or do you look at her and make a pitty face? What do you do!? I didn’t have any blankets or tea in my small backpack and I wore a yellow raincoat, not really an outfit that you would take seriously. So you know what I did? I looked away. Like an asshole. And she? She was still crying. Poor Peggy.