chivalry is clearly dead...on the metro

As you've read by now, I have sprained my ankle. Yes, I know that I had a sprained ankle just 3 months ago. Lucky me, it is the same ankle this time. Considering my current "disability," one would have to assume that I might be offered some special consideration as a Metro rider. Oh no no no...you know what happens when you assume...

This morning, during rush hour, I got on the train at Ballston and it was already standing room only. As a large group of us tried to enter the train, I got pushed up against a gentleman (and I use the term loosely) who was seated. With every passing stop, the train became more crowded and it was really difficult to leverage my weight onto the good leg/ankle when I didn't have much space to leverage (that and I was also practically on top of the alleged gentleman). The train came to many abrupt and jolting stops, further thwarting my efforts to have a relatively pain-free ride into town. I was clearly struggling at some points and I was really hoping that the man would let me have his seat. I thought for sure he would offer me his seat when we came to an abrupt stop before Courthouse because of a disabled train at Rosslyn. But noooooooo, he didn't.

So to the man who didn't give up his seat to me on the Orange Line today, I have one word for you--Karma. I only wish I could be there when it comes around to you.