I was on the metro, and a mother tried to keep her crying baby quiet. After a little while, she laid the child down on her lap. I thought to myself that this would be a weird place to put a child to sleep, but whatever. Then, I saw her take out a blanket, and I thought, OK, she's going to cover the child to keep it warm. A little unusual, but whatever. Then, she started lifting up her shirt, and I go, what the f*ck?
On the jackass note, I think it's unfair that there's no drinking on the metro, yet the kid can drink to her heart's content. On the flipside, I understand what they're going for, and it's fine to breastfeed a child on the train. At the same time, damn, can you give more warning? My head hasn't swiveled that much since I was sitting on that nude beach.
Again, the metro's another place where you have to deal with strangers, for the most part. It's hard to ignore people, but when I looked around, maybe a third to a half of the riders had some form of earphone or headphone, trying to carve out their own private world in the midst of that cramped public space. Wish I had some video glasses, so I could watch something, anything else.
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