SUBWAY SERIES ~SICK BABY EDITION~

I rarely wear pants, especially to work. So my legs r exposed. Well, sorta. I'm wearing silk, sheer stockings.
I don't have on sensible, work shoes. Instead I'm wearing funky, peep-toe booties. The train is ridiculously crowded with rush hour commuters. A seat is out of the question. I swing my large bag onto my shoulder so the perv behind me can step back off of my arse. He obviously missed the look of death I hurled his way.
"Excuse me, sorry" he mumbles guiltily as I push my bag into his abdomen.
Amazingly, some seats open up at the next stop and the men don't rush past the women to sit. I walk toward the seat and hesitate as I realize it's next to a mother holding her school aged kid in her arms. (Yawl know I hate little, snot nosed, rug rats.)
I quickly weigh my options; stand and risk hurting feet or sit by the kid. Ugghhh, I grumble to myself as I sit.
I've barely touched the seat before the little wench kicks me. All I can think is, "My stockings!!" I jerk my leg away and shoot daggers from my eyes, at the young mother who hasn't turned down a blunt in 10yrs judging by her skin and dark lips. She looks tired and like she needs a blunt right now. "I'm sorry miss" she says not at all, apologetically. Wait, you have the nerve to be mad at ME and it's ur satan spawn kicking me? I roll my eyes and say through clenched teeth, "You're fine. Don't worry about it." The kid squirms around in her mom's lap as she tries to restrain her. I finally look at the kid. My heart melts. The biggest saddest eyes look up at me from the cutest little face which is wrinkled up in pain as snot drips from her button, nose. I feel bad for mummy, as she tries to adjust the kid in her lap and take tissue from her pocket while the munchkin whines and kicks me again. I keep looking over at the baby who is obviously sick and in some sort of pain. I mentally take inventory of what's in my purse, wondering if I have anything to soothe her. I don't.
I look down at her little face and feel a little pang of guilt because I can't do anything to help her. I allow the music to envelope me to the point that I can almost ignore the kicks that continue throughout my entire commute. Mummy is saying something. I remove my earbud and ask her to repeat herself. "I'm sorry she keeps kicking you, she has an ear infection." I smile waving away her apology and tell her not to worry about it. As we approach my

stop I squeeze her arm and wish her a good day and good health for the munchkin. I verbally pat myself on the back for behaving like a human before I've had my tea. I think, "Man, that meditation and prayer this morning worked." I stand and make my way to the open door where a man stands, literally, in the middle of the doorway as people are trying to exit. "Move out of the fucking way, IDIOT!" I snarl as I push him out of the way.
Yeah, so much for that.

*ding dong*
Thank you for riding the MTA