You ever have one of those days when you just seem invisible to all of the human race? Well, maybe not all of them, but to the people that inhabit your town or city. Some days you just want to go into a rage and scream “HEY! I’M HERE!!!!”
For the most part I think people are mainly considerate and respectful in their lives and to those around them. As bad a rep New Yorkers get for being gruff and unmannered I usually encounter just the opposite as most have consideration. Yet, there are days like today that makes me want to go all “Hulk Smash” on some specific individuals.
What is it with people that have to walk into me on the sidewalk? I am by no means a little guy. You see me. You know I am there. Yet, when walking by you feel the need to plow right into me as if trying to knock me out of the way with your arm and shoulder. The rest of the sidewalk is empty. Not even an “excuse me”. Really? I swear I am gonna hip-check one of these people into a garbage can one of these days.
Then, I’m in a bodega getting a coffee and bagel. Standing on line like forever while the people behind the counter are having some sort of conversation in a language I don’t understand. Just waiting and waiting. Coffee is getting cold. Need to go to work. Waiting. Waiting. Oh, hello, can I pay for this? Today?
The subway platforms are where my steam really boils. Yes, I know it’s crowded during rush hour but I can’t stand those people who walk at a snails pace and you are stuck behind them when trying to get by. Move dammit! Same goes for those people that slam into you as they dive into a subway car as the doors are closing. No “I’m sorry” or even a nod to acknowledge they just blasted into your back. The people who step on your newly shined shoes and don’t say a word are another. It’s across all ages and races too. I can be invisible to all types it seems!
Then, there is the elevator. Doors open. Big and roomy car. I step in and head to the back. Some jerk runs in and stands right next to me while spilling coffee on my recently dry cleaned coat. Doesn’t even notice I am there. It’s empty except for us, yet he has to invade my personal space. At this point I just want to give up and go back to bed. It’s almost comical at this point.
Am I the only one that goes through this? Are any of you also “Invisible Men or Women”?