In a bit of an errand rush during lunch, I was waiting for a cab, when a lady walked in front of me (carrying a baby in one arm, pram with the other hand) and flagged the first available cab.
Before I could control my instinct, I hollered (like a vagrant lunatic), “Hey!” She had obviously been aware of my presence because she turned to me to indicate that there was another cab behind that one. I did my best mime of the word “So?!” and got into the second cab. I also repressed the desire to exclaim that I had procured a hard to book last minute eyebrow appointment.
And then I wondered if I should have given her that taxi because she had a baby. To which, my internal other half responded with a resounding, “Hell no!”.
Why the hell should I give up my seat on the train to a pregnant lady just because she (perhaps) made the decision to get pregnant and endure the cumbersome 9 months that tire her out and force the rest of us (who did not make this choice) to give up our equally earned seats? In this overcrowded, overpopulated world, shouldn’t people adding to the numbers move to the back of the bus? I, on the other hand, contribute to the economy, pay my taxes – receive none of the benefits that people who happen to have had children do. Tax breaks, seats on the train, assistance in carrying stuff and even childcare leave. Childcare leave! Government servants gets 5 days childcare leave (notice not required) so that they can spend time with their children, eg: taking them to the Zoo etc… What horseshit is this? Do single people get Hangover Leave? Spa Days? No, we don’t. Instead, we’re here – stuck covering for those who have to rush their kids to the doctor, take them swimming.
And yes, I am painfully aware that I am not coming off well with this – kind of like the witch in Hansel and Gretel. She didn’t want kids all up in her business – and that’s her prerogative. I just feel that we make individual choices in our life – why are some choices expected and accepted to spill into society and not others?
Ms. Cruel Bitch