Photo by: gisarah
This evening, I was waiting for the orange line, direction Cote-Vertu.
The bench was full, and one woman stood up to let a very tired looking and very pregnant woman take her seat. I smiled at the consideration.
Then, the train arrived, and we all walked into the car. The woman, who was actually carrying a cane, looked incredibly tired, but no one rose from their seat.
At the next station, someone got off, and as the woman moved towards the seat, a man beat her to it.
I stood there, not quite sure what to do. Did I turn to one of the dolled-up teenage girls and snappily ask one of them to move? Would I embarrass the poor woman? Instead, I just sort of stood there uncomfortably.
