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14-4-2008 - Pregnant? What? Get to the back of the bus!

My mood while writing this blog: Wow

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It was a typical Thursday afternoon. I leave the building at 3pm, perhaps earlier. Monday through Wednesdays, I can't get out until 3:40pm. Thursdays and Fridays are those heavenly days when I only need to be with the kids until 2:40pm and can leave shortly after dismissal. On Thursdays, I head to my grad class, but, this Thursday I had to run an errand. I had to return the doppler. First, I needed to locate the damn UPS! It seemed that all of the locations detailed online were lies. I began to wonder if they didn't work in the Bronx.

It was a beautiful day. It was sunny and warm. Still, all the walking made it feel a bit too warm, or maybe the pregnancy hormones were kicking in. It made me fear the summer. Anyway, the buses were extremely crowded, as usual .... it was one of those people-are-standing-on-the-front-door-steps days, as are days at 3pm when most loud, elementary students, cursing middle school students, and jaded, rude high school students leave their baby-sitters. I had finally found the UPS, dropped off the box in the drop-off box (I thought it was a full-blown UPS!), and was awaiting the next bus. It took forever. It didn't surprise me that it was packed. I knew I wouldn't get a seat, and never bother because I think I'm still rather small, even though I'm 5.5 months; people rarely realize I'm pregnant and may hustle me out of my front seat for an elderly or disabled person. And rightfully so! I mean, I spend all day walking around the classroom and going up and down stairs; I can stand for a little bit on the bus until it isn't as crowded anymore.

Anyway, I get on and it's just jam-packed ... you know, the sardines analogy. So, the bus driver says to a lady: "Miss, can you move your bag or something so more people can get through and fit?" She turns around and says, "I can't, look," as she flashes him her belly .... she must be at least 7 or 8 months along. He replies, "Well, can you sit down?" She says something about there not being any seats and, frustrated, says, "I'll just get off the bus," and starts to head toward the front door. At this point, I'm watching as I try to put in my metrocard. Then, the woman sitting in front of her, with a baby in a bjorn, offers to hold her bag on her lap so that she doesn't have it behind her, and, consequently, in the aisle. "No, no, no, wait," I hear the bus driver say as I squeeze by her and inch my way toward the back where there is typically more space (but people refuse to move back!). The bus driver gets out of his seat and asks a man to give up his seat for the pregnant woman.

People, she's, like, about to give birth! Why did the bus driver have to get up out his seat to get her a seat? Once she announced that she couldn't move around much due to her, uh, belly, which means, um, pregnancy, someone should have jumped out of their seat; you can no longer say you weren't aware if she made it clear!

So, the whole thing about being excited about being offered front seats on the bus while pregnant? I guess my hopes are out the window, huh?

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1 Comments on Pregnant? What? Get to the back of the bus!


tara21 - Tuesday, 15 Apr
Yep aint this the truth. I catch the train 3 times a week. ZERO = the amount of times that I have been offered a seat! The most I get are stares, as if they have never seen a pregnant human being before. So these days I don't even bother to ask or give them the 'side-eye'. I simply get on the train & stand by the door until its time to get off!