This morning there were a couple of backpackers on the train commuting into Manhattan. One of them had his pack in front of him, resting on the floor. The second had his pack in the seat next to him. It stayed in that seat as the train filled up with passengers looking for seats. When he was done with his journal and all the other fiddling around, he picked up his pack and moved over sitting with it on his lap. They were still on the train when I exited at 42nd Street.
I write this not to write about some random backpackers, but at the fact that NO ONE asked them to move it so they could sit down. I am in a bit of shock and awe over it. Normally on a morning commute, passengers wouldn't have allowed a seat to be used like that.
It's definitely August in New York.
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