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On a train, moving slowly
This could have been another "Attention, bitches on train" post, but I don't want to do too many of those. 
I took Sebastian home on the train last night. We get on at Ruggles, the third stop on the line; by that point all the seats are full. Well, not full, precisely; the two-person seats have one or two people, and the three-person seats have two people, one at each end. They're covering their extra space, you see, often with bags and coats covering the third space.
So I get on with a large two-year-old and a heavy bag. Plus I'm juggling his cup and a toy to keep him distracted. And just like last time, a pretty young woman offered us her seat with a smile. I refused, of course, but what I found interesting was the guys sitting around her: the 20-something guy with the oh-so-cool goatee, and the 30-something businessman in the traditional black greatcoat and corporate haircut. They were so very interested in what they were reading! Cool Goatee was like, totally focused on writing something in a little notebook, and Mr. Businessman was mesmerised by some Important Papers. They didn't even look up.
But I saw you peeking, you bastards, and I hope you're proud of yourselves.
We got a seat about half an hour later, when I moved to a different car. That nice young woman came after us with Sebastian's jacket, which I'd forgotten. Of course I thanked her.
I only wish someone had kicked the asses of Cool Goatee and Mr. Businessman...oh well.
I took Sebastian home on the train last night. We get on at Ruggles, the third stop on the line; by that point all the seats are full. Well, not full, precisely; the two-person seats have one or two people, and the three-person seats have two people, one at each end. They're covering their extra space, you see, often with bags and coats covering the third space.
So I get on with a large two-year-old and a heavy bag. Plus I'm juggling his cup and a toy to keep him distracted. And just like last time, a pretty young woman offered us her seat with a smile. I refused, of course, but what I found interesting was the guys sitting around her: the 20-something guy with the oh-so-cool goatee, and the 30-something businessman in the traditional black greatcoat and corporate haircut. They were so very interested in what they were reading! Cool Goatee was like, totally focused on writing something in a little notebook, and Mr. Businessman was mesmerised by some Important Papers. They didn't even look up.
But I saw you peeking, you bastards, and I hope you're proud of yourselves.
We got a seat about half an hour later, when I moved to a different car. That nice young woman came after us with Sebastian's jacket, which I'd forgotten. Of course I thanked her.
I only wish someone had kicked the asses of Cool Goatee and Mr. Businessman...oh well.