Everyone is so panicked, so rushed, so busy. I sit and watch how they all run to and from the train only stopping once safely (sometimes) on or off and the first thing they do is check their phones thinking that they will have 100 urgent notifications that all just came through from when they checked it 45 seconds ago. No one looks up. No eye contact. No asking how other people how they are. No smile.
I jump out of my seat as I see an elderly lady board. I offer her my seat and she looks shocked. A young whipper-sniper being polite? That’s new! I could see confusion and caution running through her head. She gratefully takes my seat and says a polite thank you. I wondered if she would think about what happened again. Maybe tell some of her friends.
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I started to walk towards the fairy light lit alfresco dining area to have some dinner when I saw a tall, lanky boy about my age walking in my direction. We made eye contact and I smiled softly. I stopped walking so he could reach me as I thought he was going to ask for directions. When he got to me the first thing he said was “Hi. How are you?” I was already shocked, people don’t say that any more, they don’t care. We stand by a bar table talking about the show for a little bit then the boy, who I learnt goes by Dave, pulled out a small cardboard box and hands it to me. I give him a confused look and ask what it is. Dave replies by saying it is his way of saying thank you. “I saw you on the train this morning when you gave up your seat for the lady. It was really nice of you and it made me think about what I could do for someone”. “Thank you” I replied while shifting my weight from foot to foot. I was a bit wary, this whole thing seems kind of odd. Dave kept going, “I had never thought that someone else might need my seat more than me”. I opened the box and there was a gorgeous, flower topped donut. I giggled and said “thank you” while looking away shyly. It was getting late now and I was hungry and just wanted to go home so I started to say that I should go. Dave agreed and said that his mates that he came to the show with would be wondering where he got to. He also said that he should go because due to my small act of kindness before, he was inspired to do something nice for someone too and that he decided to surprise his little sister. She was sick and couldn’t come to the show so he thought he could take some of the show home to her before she went to bed. We exchanged numbers and went our separate
However, the 4 train resides with me because it gives me the chance to explore the subway thoroughly. It’s always a scary feeling as the 4 train approaches the train station because it sounds like a pack of Rhinos crashing into a halt. I enter the train and quickly gaze of a seat because I know people will be racing to any open seats available. Luckily I found two empty seats and that’s where my luck ended because right next to me sat a drunk who smelled like he had been drinking gallons of liquor. Everyone around him decided to get up and move somewhere else. I decided to move carts because I can’t stand the smell of liquor. That might have been a good thing because I walked right into someone signing “Barcelona by Bill Newman.” After he finished signing I was the only one who clapped and the man turned around and gave me a big smile that I still remember till today. Most people were far too busy listening to their earbuds and didn’t even acknowledge him singing. There were no chatter or laughter, everyone is minding their own business. The mood gradually became positive as more teenagers and kids entered the train. The train ride just became a news source because you can year the gossips or the latest
After I observed four different boarding lines, I soon realized how impatient our society reacts to situations. As soon as the airline attendants announced the boarding for a certain flight, it seemed as if everybody rushed to the...
I started to walk across the street to my friend Lacey’s house. Lacey lives just outside Detroit, but like my family, her family comes to the cape for the summer. Our families’ have been friends for about 10 years, but we normally don’t see or talk to each other during the year, only summertime seems to bring us together. Traditionally Lacey and I leave for the beach together, even at age 7 we walked with our mothers, so I knew I had to tell her about this errand before I left for town.
We had stopped at McDonalds for lunch and on our way inside, I held the first door for my mother and a couple that were following us inside. The man walked right in and politely thanked me for holding the door, while the women just walked in without saying a word. My mother had gone on to hold the second door and again, the man walked right in, politely thanking her for holding the door. He continued inside to order his meal, but the women stopped before walking in and looked at my mother with a confused look on her face. She looked my mother right in the eyes and asked her if she was really holding the door open for her. My mother, wondering if she was joking or not, replied with a simple yes and a smile on her face. The woman got very angry and said she was not going to go walk inside if she was holding the door. With a smile still on her face, she played along with what she thought was a joke. She said that she was just going to stand there holding the door for her until she went inside. Completely angered, the woman finally walked inside insulting my mother for holding the door. That was the moment we understood that the woman was not joking. I feel that chivalry was missing in this experience when the man walked through, instead of offering to hold the door. Although it was polite of him to say thank you, he was not
I got off the train and left the station and headed to the Chinese restaurant that i usually grab a bite ate. Before I went in I decided maybe I should sit outside for a second and experiment with people of my age group. majority of the people in the area were Georgia State Students. I continued to get looks and hear light mumbles as people walked by. One student offered to buy me lunch but I declined. I finally got up and went into the restaurant. The lady who works there knows me because I’m a regular. She said she knew I was from New York but it was freezing out why didn’t i have on a jacket or long pants. I simply told her What i was wearing was all I had. As a result she offered me a free egg drop soup with my meal to warm me up. After eating I sat down on a curb for a few seconds to take some notes on what the public response was to my appearance. As I sat on the curb I was offered 3 jackets, a hot meal, and a place to stay for the night if I needed it. By that time I was freezing and I had more than enough information to produce a record of my experiment. I immediately found a bathroom in a fast food establishment and put on a jacket and some
When it was our turn, we were pushed so close to him that I could smell the alcohol and cologne on his shirt. He didn’t speak to us and he only looked at us for a split second and never looked back at us. The large man grabbed the tickets from each of our hands and checked them front and back. He then muttered a quiet and almost unhearable
... bags to Ms. Parry’s’ door . The elderly woman thanks him and we wait while he watches her reach her front door. I was pleasantly surprised by his chivalry.
I moved to Fresno, California and worked as caregiver sometime in the summer 2012. I lived there for about 7 months then I moved to New York in December 2012. My friend Alvin Almonte invited me to work in New York because he said job opportunities were much better here and that New York is much more accessible. I lost my immigration status in November 2011, while I was in Arizona. In my contract, I was assured that after three years (supposedly 2009-2012), the employer would apply for my Green Card. This was clearly not the case. I was working as a temporary hotel worker with an uncertain status. I started to work as buzzer in a restaurant in New York. Currently, I am working as caregiver for the elderly.
About a month ago I was standing in the main aisle of Ace chatting with Lambert, one of my coworkers. As we were talking, I noticed a guy approaching us. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw him stare right into my eyes, so I knew he needed some help. This was a big guy. He must have been 5’10” and 350 pounds, but it wasn’t exactly like he was fat. He was the kind of guy that had a lot of muscle, and then he had a layer of fat over that. This dude’s forearms were bigger than my lower legs. He had short, brown hair with a receding hairline. He had on work clothes, and he was sporting a big pair of wire-rimed glasses. These are the kind of glasses my grandpa would wear. This guy was probably in his late 40’s, but his karma made him appear much older. Anyway, as he’s approaching, I asked him if...
Do you have a interesting story about something that has happened to you? Well, I sure have one. This event may be enjoyable for you, but it definitely was not for me! This event is the most scary thing that has happened to me. I never thought this scary incident would give me a good lesson.
I couldn’t believe the site was real. The police came and simply reported it as an allergic reaction not even seeing it as potential murder, this guy must be good if the police don’t even think twice about it.
Late last Sunday I was stretching my legs before I leaned on my car to rest. A woman of around seventy-five winters walked past. She had a large Backpack and she was dragging a plastic laundry basket full of stuff. She was well-dressed, and I assumed she must be waiting for a taxi or someone. Suddenly she started to yell, making hand gestures as if she was talking to someone in the distance. She yelled, “Come back, come back here!” I couldn’t see anyone around. She continued, “Comeback here. Pick me up.”
I awoke to the noise of my friends yelling and laughing next door. It was a bright sunshiny day. The breeze through the window was nice and warm. My mom was at work, but my dad was home. I spent the day playing next door until my mom got home from work. My dad left for work every day at 3:30pm. I ran down the side of the fence until there was a break that I went through to get through my yard. Once I got in doors my mom told me that we were going to head into town, and I asked if my friend, Brittany, could come with us. She said that would be fine and to just run to her house and let her mom know. Who knew this trip into town was going to be a big deal and a lot of trouble.
I listen to the constant roar of motors as the dirt bikes and go-carts race around the small track behind me. For a few (usually uneventful) hours every Tuesday, I work at the ticket and rider registration booth; collecting money and making everyone sign the if-you-die-you-can’t-sue-us forms. As usual, I was signing in a few riders and spectators at my station; as I listened to my ipod in one ear I completed my task that I had done hundreds of times before. However, this time something distracted me, something that made me lose my rhythm in completing the current customer’s registration. That something turned out not to be the usual bike, go-cart, or anything with a gas or break. That something turned out to be a guy. He stood in the line and watched the motocrossers lay the bikes sideways in the air and land it, making it look easy as pie. However, at that moment I couldn’t have cared less about the motocross race going on right next to me, there could have been a massive bike pile up and it wouldn’t have brought me out of this odd trance. Regarding looks, he seemed absolutely perfect. His skin was a nice tan probably from riding in the sun, his eyes were piercing blue and he was the perfect height. I quickly realized that I had been ignoring the customer that I was currently helping, and kept stealing glances his way to take another look. I finished up the current customer and sent him on his way, probably wondering why this girl was so distracted the entire time. Never the less I worked through the next customer quickly in order to have a chance to talk to this mysterious guy. I kept stealing glances over at him until finally it was his turn to be signed in. As he walked up I met his gaze and he smiled. He looked even more beau...
Again he responded politely and on my way I went. When I got to the high school everyone was taking pictures, laughing, and talking about how they were g... ... middle of paper ... ... ry service were beautiful. Everyone that spoke had something nice to say and somehow I found enough strength in my self to get up and read prayer that his parents had asked me to read.