On the ride home last night, a couple got on the train at about 52nd street. A tall string-bean of a man was pushing a woman in the largest wheelchair I’ve ever seen. They were both wearing Phillies t-shirts, clearly on their way to the ballgame.
There was a women dressed in scrubs sitting in one of the seats that face each other and can be folded up to fit a wheelchair. The man asked, “Would you mind if I take this seat?”
The woman gladly got up and stepped over by the door. The man then sat down in her seat.
She looked down, bewildered. I could tell that she was contemplating whether or not she should inquire.
“Excuse me, but I think I’m confused,” she said. “I thought that you were asking me to get up so that you could fit the wheelchair into the space.”
He replied, “How would the wheelchair even fit in this space?”
“Here, get up and I’ll show you.” He rose and she folded up all three seats. He said, “Oh, I had no idea.”
She said, “I thought that’s why you asked me for my seat.”
“No, I just wanted to sit down.”
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