There have been a couple of incidents that have happened over this pregnancy that have really had my questioning the decency of human kind these days. And I have to say, it isn't because I feel entitled to any special treatment because I'm pregnant, but rather because I feel like I'm entitled to people not flat-out being rude to me. That said, both of these situations were pregnancy related, thus pregnancy driven.
The first occurred in mid-July just after the U2 concert in Philadelphia. My sister and I were headed back to our hotel on the subway and the trains weren't air conditioned and were packed tighter than the T after the Pops on 4th of July...which for the uninitiated is SCARY-packed.
A man and his fiance were sitting down already when we got on the train and I certainly have no expectations for people to get up for me, since they rarely do it anyway, so I stood in front of them with my sister while the train continued to fill up. The problem was that as it got more and more packed, I was getting more and more jostled and unable to find a place to hold onto so that I wouldn't fall over once the train started to move. The doors finally shut, and thankfully I'm tall, so I was able to put my hand on the ceiling to keep my balance. But with the overwhelming heat in the car combined with my being pregnant combined with with over crowding situation and my arm up above my head desperately trying to keep my balance, I was starting to get very dizzy. I didn't want to cause a situation and ask the man to move because I could only imagine he would wonder why I didn't need him to move earlier...and quite frankly, I was afraid he would say 'no'. But at this point, my belly was so far in the couple's face that they couldn't talk to each other. My sister, told me afterwards that I looked like I was going to faint at any moment. Eventually, a very long time later, we finally made it to our stop and out to the fresh air. And I just wish I had had the opportunity to say to the man, "next time, when you see someone who looks like they could use a seat more than you, consider giving it up to them". But instead I seethed. I seethe well.
Then, this past weekend, my friends and I went to the Big E, the state fair for the New England States held in Western Massachusetts. We had a great time and the day was lots of fun, but I would be lying if I said my body wasn't exhausted by the end of the day. Towards the end of the day, we headed into the Better Living Center to find something from a specific vendor that my friend wanted to purchase something from. There was a bit of a line, and my back was KILLING me and right across the exhibit space from where we were standing and waiting was an exhibit for Air Chairs...the kind that hang from ropes like a hammock, but are a bit more structured like a chair. My father actually used to sell these chairs himself, I know the chair well.
I lumbered over to the chairs and sat down in one of the models. A young salesman came up to me to tell me all about the chair and I told him, "I'm going to be honest, I'm not going to purchase a chair today, but it is very, VERY comfortable and I truly appreciate your letting me sit here". I sat there for a few minutes and one of our friends came up to me and chatted with me for a bit. I mentioned how comfortable the chair was and how I would TOTALLY buy one for our beach house...you know...some day...if we ever actually get to have a beach house. While I was sitting there, pretty much 70% of the people who walked by the booth saw an extremely pregnant woman lounging in a chair who was clearly comfortable because of the blissed out look on her face. 100% of those people who noticed I was there, smiled at me.
Then, another salesman, in his 40's-50's, walked up to me and said very curtly, "So are you buying a chair or not?" I started to answer him by saying, "I know, I'm in one of your chairs and I'm not buying one, but I truly appreciate the chance as a very pregnant woman to sit here...it is very comfortable". He cut me off half way, and snarled, "you need to leave now". I was pretty much in shock. I mean...I get it...they need to sell chairs and it is the fair and people probably try to sit in them all day who aren't planning on buying them. My dad used to deal with that all the time. But you know what...my dad would have recognized that I was the PERFECT MODEL for just how comfortable those chairs were. This man, instead, snarled, "I let you sit for 15 minutes" -- an out and out lie, by the way -- "you need to leave".
The funny thing is, on my way out of the fair, I told just as many people that I would have told about the comfortable chair about how rude the chair salesman was...so instead of being smart and using me for good publicity, he left a bad taste in my mouth and in the mouth of every person I have shared this story with. Again, my being pregnant has SOMETHING to do with the situation, but I'm upset because he was rude. And the thing is, I WOULD have bought an air chair some day in the future...maybe not from him, because who knows if I would ever find him again, but at some point I would have. And now, I can honestly say I will NEVER allow an air chair in my home or in the home of anyone I love.
Extreme? Sure. Pregnancy hormones? If you want to blame that, go ahead. But I don't tolerate rude vendors - pregnant or not.