Give up your seat and make someone's day -- whether they're pregnant or not
It's nice sometimes to hear about the bright side of CTA commuting. Jeanne shared such a story a little bit ago that you might have missed in comments. In case you did, here tis:
"I had a nice experience on the El I thought I would share.
Yesterday I was at Merchandise Mart waiting for my purple line to arrive. When it did it was practically bursting at the seams, as usual. I decided that rather than waiting another 15 minutes for the next one, I would squeeze my pregnant body in, all 8 months of me.
I stood against the doors for about 2 stops, and when there was a bit more room a nice gentleman noticed that I was not just another fat chick but rather visibly pregnant. He asked me if I had far to go, I said “yes all the way to Howard.” He immediately enlisted another gentleman who located a seated gentleman to give me his seat!! Everyone graciously made room for me to make my way to the seat.
I have to say in the last few months, since one could tell I am pregnant just by looking, I have had mostly positive experiences on the CTA in general.
The only times I have not been offered a seat I usually chalk it up to people to engrossed in their iPods or reading material.
Gents, please look up and look around, if you see a lady who may be pregnant offer her your seat. If she is not pregnant she will just think that chivalry is not dead, and will politely refuse or be extremely grateful for the seat."
That's Jeanne's story, now here's Kevin again: Gents, you might want to follow the advice on the Mitchum train ads:
"If you give up your seat to a pregnant woman, you're a Mitchum Man."
"If you're very careful who you assume is pregnant, you're a 'sensitive' Mitchum Man."
Or even better: Just be nice and give up your seat to someone.