This morning I had a little kid standing near me with his little sister and parents. Overhearing the conversation, it turns out that the dad used to live in Manhattan years ago. The family was in town on vacation.
It started off with them jumping on the train. Dad told the kids where to hold on, etc. Mom looked a little jacked up about the whole experience, but whatever. The boy was about 7 or 8 years old. The little girl was probably 5.
Well, every little jerk and bump, the boy would yell, “Whoooaa! Hold on,” like it was a roller coaster or something. Of course, he was asking his dad a million questions.
Why does it go so fast?
What stop are we getting off?
What’s the next stop?
What are the lights outside?
Why isn’t that guy holding on?
At first it was pretty cute. It was clearly his first train ride ever, and he was super excited. It was like Disney world for the kid.
After about 5 stops is started to get a little old. I made a note to invest in Ritalin stock later today.
I was fine with it until the train started to really get crowded. I mean it was the heart of rushhour and I think they were headed to the Statue of Liberty. So they were on board for the long haul.
At one point the kid was behind me holding on to the pole that is in the center of the aisle. I was closer to side holding the overhead bar above the bench. Once we started moving again, he kept slamming into me. I mean he was holding on, but he was being ultra dramatic about each little bump and jerk.
I guess the thing that made me uncomfortable was it’s an 8 year old kid that keeps throwing his back into my ass repeatedly. We adults bump shoulders and what not all the time, so you hardly notice it. But when there’s something behind you constantly hitting your butt, it gets a little awkward. I don’t even think he was paying attention to what he was doing.
But it is just another example of parents not taking control of their children in public places.