I take the train everyday to and from work. To be honest, I have a love/hate relationship with public transportation. I love it because it's relatively faster than driving through the city at peak hours, saves me some gas, and the train line I take is probably as clean as it's going to get in this city. I hate it because it gets crowded, REALLY crowded, maybe half the population in any given car has showered that day, and when it gets hot out it gets smelly. Seriously, how do people not know they smell? I KNOW when I smell a little funky...like after gardening all afternoon in 85 degree weather. I would not consider stuffing myself into a boxy train car after that. But the rest of Chicago doesn't seem to mind. It baffles.
Smelly people...that was not my point. My point was that this morning, as I stuffed my rotund self into a packed train car at 7:30am, I noticed a seated gentleman (and I use that term extra sarcastically in this instance) give me the once over, rest his eyes on my protruding stomach area, look ME straight in the eye, and go back to reading his paper. Oh I could have KILLED him on the spot. Now, I am not one to demand that all pregnant women get a seat on a crowded train. I understand that seats during rush hour are rare and to be protected with your entire being. However, I cannot condone a young man, no more than 30 years old, basically note that a near 6 months pregnant woman is standing in front of him and then IGNORE that fact to go back to reading his WSJ. Where the hell is this man's mother? I should ream her out too.
I had to stand for the duration of my train ride while this douche read his paper and periodically checked his phone for messages. If I was wearing pointy shoes and had been about 6 inches closer he would have had an "accidental" kick to the shins (or balls if accessible) as I exited the train. I hope he had a shitty day at work and got fired.