i notice this particular pattern amongst people who tend to ride on subways. they all seem mildly irritated with me when the train comes to abrupt stops, and I lose my balance, and I topple over, upon them. some of them even seem angry, no matter how many “i’m sorry’s” i enunciate.
today, one person told me… you, kind sir, can never be sorry enough. and I replied… you know, i always hate it when people call me “sir.” it makes me feel less child-like.
it was very fortunate that I had reached my subway stop because i had this sinking feeling that i was about to topple over again.