Kamran and I were recently lamenting the loss of the phrase “excuse me” in NYC. I’ve heard people say that with this many people, it’s just impossible to say it to every single person you ram into on your way out of the subway, but I like to think that because I do say it to every single person I ram into, it keeps me from ramming into as many people. I can forgive people who are in a hurry, I suppose, but the one place where the lack of an “excuse me” really confounds me is the bus.
It’s one thing when I’m reading and not paying attention and someone doesn’t excuse himself before purposely bumping into my bag to teach me a lesson for (accidentally) letting it stick out too far off my shoulder behind me. That I can understand, because I’ve certainly done it myself. What confuses me is when the person next to me in the window seat needs me to move so he can get out but absolutely refuses to excuse himself. I’ll see the woman on my left putting away her phone and book, gathering her purse straps, and putting on her suit jacket, but when the bus stops, she’ll just sit there. Eventually, I’ll look over and ask, “Were you going to . . . get off?”, and she’ll look at me like it’s inconceivable that I might not have known for sure. A guy the other day didn’t say a word to get me to move but just stood up, and I thought, “Ugh, jerk,” but when I got up for him, he smiled and thanked me. What were there people going to do if I decided not to take the hint? Just sit there quietly until the bus doors closed and it was too late?
Well, this morning, a man entered through the front of the M15 SBS bus and then excused himself as he passed a few people in the center to make it back to his friends, who had come in through the middle door . . .
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