Subway Stories: Do You Really Want To Hurt Me?
Do you really want to make me cry? I must have sung these words a million times. Back in college, I was crazy about the Boy.
But times have changed. The Boy has been doing community service and I'm wondering why my fellow T riders are oblivious to practically wounding me with their newspapers.
Everyone has had a paper cut. Sure it's little, but hurts like hell and often bleeds all over the place. I don't want one if I can avoid it. Tonight riding home from work, a man sitting next to me felt the need to open his newspaper very wide and rest it on my hand. Again, I do not want a paper cut. I moved my hand away and glared at him. He moved the paper.
This has happened before. Why do people feel it is okay to rest their paper on my body? One time, I actually said to the man, "Could you please move your paper so it doesn't cut me?" He glared at me. What is wrong with people?