I’m standing in the train, holding on to one of the poles that they have specifically for that purpose between the benches, when a guy walks by on his way to a seat and, oblivious to me, bumps me with his bag.
It’s no big deal, but I still find myself kind of annoyed, and it gets me to thinking: is it culture, or maybe just a function of living in such close quarters in New York City, that causes people to be so lacking in basic self-awareness that they don’t know or care when they invade another person's space with their stuff?
A little while later, I’m picking up stuff from our storage space, and I walk up the stairs with a bag full of merchandise for the booth.
On my way out of the facility, I bump the bag lightly against the door jamb, which causes me to wince a little.
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