No Way to Treat a Lady

It wouldn't be a trip to NYC without one great subway story. (anyone who goes to NYC and is too afraid to get on the subway has not REALLY been to NYC.) 

The group I chaperoned on a recent visit was riding  the One train back to our hostel from the Statue of Liberty. Our leader, Alice thought she was lucky to find a seat on the train but when she sat down she grazed the leg of a mature (and I use that word lightly) woman next to her.

"I guess you think you're cute!" The woman remarked.

Alice didn't quite understand her reaction so she asked what the woman meant. "You landed on me!" the woman asserted.


It was now time for the seasoned (and I use that term lightly as well) "New Yorker" on the trip to intervene. "I saw the whole thing. She didn't 'land on you," I remarked.

The woman was having none of this and continued her tirade,  "You're on the subway! You are going to get touched." I asserted. At this point I couldn't resist goading her with a smart aleck remark. "It's the only reason I ride," I joked.

Unexplainably she found little solace in my humor.