Over the past few weeks I have noticed my ability to climb the subway stairs has been challenged, to say the least. By the time I reach the top I sound like the Big Bad Wolf, huffing and puffing. My heart is racing. Why on Earth aren't there benches at the top of every flight of stairs in the world? Would that be too much to ask? Shouldn't my tax money be going to the important things...like more public seating?
In the mornings, the worst thing is when I exit the subway first and end up ahead of the commuter pack. I'm like Simba in the Lion King, forced to sprint my way to the top or God forbid I'm trampled by a stampede of wildebeests.
The good news is...I now have a new strategy -- seek out the oldest person on the subway, allow them to step in front of me, and walk behind them going up the stairs. It will look like the older gentleman or lady is holding up the line but in reality I am enjoying a nice, leisurely pace. To make my plan more convincing, I'll even look back at my fellow commuters, throw in a few 'How annoying is this??' facial expressions, and no one is the wiser.
But seriously, let's get those benches at the top of stairs going.
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