If you know me, you know that I love public transportation. A lot.
See, I think, in many ways, public transportation is the great equalizer of all people...
Tonight, riding home at rush hour, bodies crammed together without regard for "personal space," I was struck by how many different types people (who would never otherwise coalesce) were literally rubbings shoulders with one another.
Behind me, the two college-aged women, laughing at one another while secretly (but not so secretly) checking themselves out in the windows.
To my right, the woman wearing solely designer clothing, the latest hair styling and coloring, and the Gucci shoes, sitting next to the teenage boy who hadn't had a hair cut in months if not years, wearing thrift shop flannel and sneakers.
To my left, the autistic man, who was repeating "I'm not so awkward" in repetitions of threes and going into fetal position every time the T made a loud noise.
Down the car, the work-men in dust covered boots, standing alongside the business men in their spit polished leather shoes, next to the students in their odd assortment of fashion and "style," across from the tourists of all the world, awkwardly falling into one another as the T lurches and stalls, and the homeless woman, clutching her bags containing all of her possessions.
All breathing the same air and sharing the same space. For the commute of 5 minutes to an hour, all basically on a level playing field. All experiencing the same delays, germs, frustrations and crush of human flesh.
I'm not naive enough to assume that public transportation levels the playing field. In 15 minutes, the doors open and people stream out to their individual lives, many without even noticing, let alone engaging with, their fellow passengers. There are those who cannot afford even the $2.00 fare necessary to ride, and there are those who would never lower themselves enough to ride on public transport. But for a few brief moments, I can dare to dream.
And then the doors will open, and everyone will go their own way, into their own worlds, once more...
Thursday, October 22, 2009
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I love this post! One of the sad things about not working downtown this year (I'm out in rural Georgia) is that I don't get to ride the metro anymore... sad day. I was on the metro one day when a man in my car had a heart attack ---- and that's when all the disparate people you described came together and called an ambulance and attempted CPR.
Thanks for sharing---I love being a beneficiary of your people-watching/reflecting!
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