Mr. Invisible

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”?

22 thoughts on “Mr. Invisible”

  1. Hey. The sidewalk issue is a major pet peeve of mine…and in a narrow hallway too. I absolutely shoulder check people who feel so entitled that I should move to the side and let them by…especially when they just HAVE to stand side by side with the person with whom they are walking and talking. How about one of you be courteous, take a split second breather from the mundane conversation you’re having, and make room for the solo person coming towards you? Otherwise, you just make catch my shoulder :0)

    1. Wow – you know exactly what I am talking about! If I ever walk by you I’d better put my shoulder down! Hahaha! Thanks for reading and the comment!

  2. Yesterday!
    I asked BR loudly if i was invisible. I was standing by the door because the train was very crowded. I moved to let someone else in and as i resume my position the POS is standing between me and some other dude in that small space in front of the door designed for two people. No “excuse me”, no “Im sorry” as his arm dug into my back so he could hold on. No “Pardom ne” as he continued to ride that way for 3 stops. I maintained my position. He looked cramped. he should have fucking moved.
    Also, in my neighborhood rush hour is pretty bad. Lots of FOBs heading to Chinatown. Theres one woman who always lets her child take up the entire stairwell walking up the stairs at a glacial pace as anxious commuters gather behind them to get their spot on the platform. The mother has gotten to know my face because I walk passed them… and if i push them? well, thats just not my problem.
    Im probably going to be stabbed with a chop stick one of these days.
    Let this stand as evidence in case they cant find my killer.
    Tombstone reads: She shoved an asian woman with a child AGAIN.

    1. LOL! So, you are an invisible woman too! I knew it wasn’t just me who goes through this stuff! Why can’t people just say excuse me and acknowledge we are there. One day I am gonna go postal on someone! Thanks for reading!

  3. So many spot on observations there Phil. On the underground in London it is very annoying with people so intensely reading text messages on their phones they are like walking in zombie land. Everyone is rushing around and these people are just getting in the way since they can’t be bothered to look where they are going. Is the text message really that important? Can it wait?

    1. These people are everywhere. Not just texting but just walking by, in stores, in the street, etc. People have actually walked right into me and act like I did something wrong! LOL! Thanks for reading and the comment.

  4. I really enjoyed reading that article, lol. It reminds me of the old days when I used to drive through the city in my car, it took forever to get out of there.

  5. Phil,

    I don’t understand rude people. They seem to get enjoyment out of being obnoxious.

    Slow walkers – a huge pet peeve of mine. They are as evil as slow drivers and/or rude drivers who cut me off as I approach their street. Must be my invisibility superpower. I guess you have it, too. : )

  6. We are very much alike. I always feel invisible, but that can be a good thing. Of the pet peeves, I have the same ones. I would say those idiots that walk really slow and in groups and take up the whole sidewalk is one of my big ones!

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  7. I think every New Yorker can relate to this. Sometimes I really have to turn to the person next to me and say, “Am I a ghost?” (I’m not.)

    Also, am I the only one who thinks we should employ driving rules for sidewalk traffic? For some reason, it really bothers me when people pass me on the right. Maybe it’s because so many New Yorkers never or hardly ever drive.

  8. Hi Phil,

    I was born in NYC and lived there until I was 38. Most of the daily annoyances that you cite seemed almost normal to me at the time because that’s the way it always was — except for the coffee spill in the empty elevator. That one would irk me.

    I was a JROTC cadet during high school, so a good shoeshine has always important to me. Riding the subways is not a good way to try to keep a shine. Sadly, most days, I never made it to work or school without scuff marks.

    I agree that most people are considerate, but when you have that many people occupying such a relatively small space, I would be surprised if you said that these things didn’t happen to you on a regular basis.

    1. Hi Ray!

      Thanks so much for dropping by and reading my blog. I appreciate the comment!

      Yes, those scuff marks drives me insane! Also, those occurances are on a daily basis but I never get fully used to them, even though I have lived here almost my whole life. Part of living in crowded NYC I guess, but I love it here.

  9. Ugh! Rude people suck. I get it that sometimes you might hit someone with your shoulder, I’ve done it myself. BUT you say excuse me afterward sincerely. I also feel that slow walkers need to stay to the right just like cars on highway.

    1. Hey Holli!

      In this heat too many people here in NYC are walking too slow! I want to get to my destination and quick as I can and into the cold AC!

      Yesterday was one of those days when it seemed everyone was walking into me. I wanted to scream!

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