One of the small benefits I looked forward to when I became pregnant was that people would give their seat to me on the subway. I thought.
I have had quite a big belly in a couple of months now. It is visible even under my thick winter jacket and I take the subway pretty much every day, several times a day. When I was not pregnant, I gave my seat to someone who seemed to need it more. So now when I’m pregnant I thought that all the good public transport-the karma I sent out would come back. But how many times do you think that some friendly stranger offered his place? Once.
on the fairly full train on a Monday afternoon, I thought I’d perform a little experiment: if I patted me on the stomach and ojade me a little higher than usual, would someone offer their place then?
Where I stood with a heavy matkassa in one hand and the other hand on the stomach. I sought actively to my customers looks. ”Come on,” I thought, ”some devil must surely see that this pregnant woman need to sit down?”.
To my great disappointment failed my experiment. There is still only one person offered me their seat. It seems that people are too busy of the world in their screens to look up and see the people around them.
threw my neighbor again front door ahead of me when I had jumped off the train and came up to the gate. Had he not been staring at his phone, he had perhaps seen that I came right behind him and held up the door for me. Instead, I set down my bag and start digging in my bag for the keys.
It is not necessary much to make another man happy, the small things like holding a door or offering their seat to someone more needy on the subway, are two examples. Good luck!
you can hear the birds chirp again and that the streets be swept clean of all grit.
Emma Martinez Arpstrand is a presenter and editor for the DN’s social media, but just on maternity leave.
