SCA courtesy on display.
An easy, unremarkable day today. I got the shuttle from Medford as usual, which in contrast to yesterday was a few minutes behind schedule, and then took the 6:52 Flatbush Avenue train from Ronkonkoma. I was playing cell phone Tetris as usual, and in what first appeared to be a strange repeat of yesterday the woman who sat next to me at Deer Park turned to look at what I was doing. Would I have an audience once again? That was not to happen, as she made only a quick glance and then never looked again. In fact she quickly conked out and didn’t wake up until we approached Jamaica. It wasn’t the same woman as yesterday, I should point out. I stayed on the train until Flatbush, got a hugely crowded 2 train one stop to Nevins, and then switched to a only moderately crowded 5 for the rest of the trip to Fulton.
After yesterday’s miserable ride on the A train I decided to steer well clear of the Eighth Avenue line today, and therefore walked a bit farther to get a 2 train to Penn. A woman who must’ve been well past 80 boarded at the same stop. You don’t often see people that age riding the subway, what with all the stairs and long walks. While the car wasn’t all that full, there were no seats available and she had to stand. Not a good thing, as she looked a bit unsteady on her feet and the ride on this line is anything but smooth. Two 50ish SCA’s sat nearby and both clearly saw the older woman’s predicament. Did either one offer her his seat? Of course not! Both remained plunked in place as if they were sitting in pools of Krazy Glue. I was standing myself, so I couldn’t offer her a seat. Finally, a girl in her late teens, part of a group of several young people who were talking in French, offered the older woman her seat. I would like to say that she gave the SCA’s a dirty look as she stood up to give the woman her seat, but I couldn’t see her face from where I was standing. Still, it’s nice to think that she gave them a nice condescending Gallic sneer. The ride to Penn otherwise went by uneventfully, as did the 5:41 to Ronkonkoma. I did get the Look of Love from a 25ish blonde woman, and sure enough an SCA sat next to me, but things didn’t work out as badly as expected – the SCA was quite slim, and in any event he got off at Hicksville. Between more Tetris and some reading, the trip to Ronkonkoma and the shuttle went by reasonably fast.
Gym: a much-needed rest day today.