I think I have to invent a new word like when I created 'Tallerists' to describe those inconsiderate tall people who tend to be so unmindful of where they are going that they trample petite people under foot and then wipe what's left from the bottom of their shoes with disdain, as if to say 'Well what were you doing under my feet anyway?' *scowls at those head in the cloud people*
My new word is going to be 'Biggerist'. It refers to ALL people with the "I am bigger than you" mentality, who really don't consider their fellow passengers, pedestrians, passers-by - you name it. (I find this an especially useful term for truck drivers and owners of 4x4 vehicles who keep trying to crush my car!).
Now, if you know that you are neither a Tallerist or a Biggerist you should not be offended by my post. If you get offended then all I can say is "If the shoe fits...." after which I shall stick my tongue out at you and run away. A bear can't catch a field mouse...
Once again, this 'adventure' relates to my commuting to/from work.
When female passengers get into the train and settle down into their seats - they make sure all their belongings are within the dividing line: this side for me, that side for you, thank you.
The exceptions to this rule are of course the Aunties - who believe they are entitled to sit however they please on said chairs - even if that means crossing the dividing line... or those who believe the seat adjacent to theirs is meant for their handbag/shopping bags.
Please note - ample bodied people are exempt from this observation because they cannot reasonably be expected to fit their bottoms between the dividing lines of a standard size seat. This does not make them a Biggerist - unless of course they subscribe to the Biggerist mentality.
With my swollen tummy, I will always pick the special Priority (pregnant woman) seat - as long as it is available of course. These seats are for the pregnant, elderly and/or disabled. No problem.
Today I settled into my seat, placed my bag on my lap and tried to relax; it's been one of those days - someone questioned why my colleague signed off on some currency yield curves and wouldn't believe me when I said it had nothing to do with me... at all (or my colleague for that matter so there must be a mistake).
Another lady settled in opposite me and tucked her coat under (so it didn't cross the dividing line - how nice) and began reading her book...
No sooner had I felt the first wave of de-stressing sweep over me than a Biggerist boarded the train. He had at least 10 empty seats to choose from. First he sat next to another man... but 5 or so mins later - he got up and shuffled over my way. I was in the aisle seat and he decided that he just HAD to squeeze himself past me and into the window seat next to me... the PRIORITY window seat (for the pregnant, the elderly and the disabled - none of which applied to him).
I blinked in disbelief and actually craned my neck around the carriages to see if I could work out what was wrong with the 9 or so other available seats.... (absolutely nothing, if you ask me). This man just HAD to sit next to me which wouldn't in itself have been a problem - except for the fact that he SAT ON ME!
I mean honestly. I'm pregnant. I'm sitting here. I'm wearing my BABY ON BOARD badge in the special pregnant people seat ... and you still sit on me?
Thing is - I am sure he could have kept his keester on his side of the dividing line if he had SHUT HIS LEGS. Why do men have to sit with their legs all 'sprawled out'? This man decided to sit so 'cat spraddled' over de place that I had to move or face death by crushing on the blooming train home. Absolutely ridiculous!
Have you any idea what a colossal effort it was to pull myself out from under him? Huh? Have you? I just wanted to shout at him and call him an inconsiderate so and so... but I didn't. After all, he was bigger than me.. and clearly he was into crushing small women for a hobby.
Well Mr Biggerist - this is what I think of you.
Please readers - I beg you - show some consideration to your fellow man (especially small pregnant women you may have trapped under your right butt cheek).