Riding A Crowed Subway Car
I think I accidentally step on a woman's foot as I'm trying to squeeze in and accomodate myself on the crowded subway car.
"Pardon me," I say to her.
"Don't worry about it. It happens. It's not your fault."
"Oh, I know it's not my fault. This is New York and this is part of living here."
"This is true," she says as she smiles back.
"We're all like cockroaches crawling all over each other during the morning rush hour. It's important for me to pardon myself because you never know what mood someone is in who might interpret being pushed as rude."
"That true. It's important to maintain one's conduct even when no one know's you. I agree."
"Sure. Besides, New York is filled with crazy people. You never know who's going to freak out on you if you don't apologize or excuse yourself."
"You can say that again."
"Absolutely. Hey. If I can get to work without getting my eyes scratched out by some crazy New Yorker riding the subway, I'm off to a good start."