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Metro manners: Is it ever OK to sit in the priority seats?

April 19, 2011 - 09:15 AM
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A woman hides her face as she occupies a prime seat. (Photo: TBD Staff)

THE SITUATION
I board a full morning train headed to Vienna. On my foot is a boot—not the cute kind with jeans tucked in, but the gray plastic medical variety, designed to protect a damaged ligament—and I’ve just hobbled many blocks from my Capitol Hill house to the Metro.

I appraise the seating situation. The four center-facing seats, traditionally and legally reserved for passengers in need, are occupied. Two elderly women, one gray-haired and the other tiny and bent over, share one bench. Opposite them, a man with a white beard sits next to woman who looks to be in her early thirties.

I size up the seated thirtysomething. I know that appearances can be deceiving, but everything about this person in the black pantsuit says “able-bodied.” She wears heels, which suggests that her ability to walk is unimpaired. She crosses and recrosses her legs with ease, showing that mobility isn’t much of a problem. She reads a regular-type newspaper, indicating no need for large type to accommodate an eye impairment. A huge, stuffed backpack sits at her feet, demonstrating that her back is healthy enough to haul a substantial load. She appears to be a picture of thirtysomething health.

I hover near the center-facing benches and wait for the pantsuit to glance up and notice my obvious medical apparatus. But pantsuit doesn’t look up from her newspaper. Eventually I spot an open seat farther down the car and hobble over to that one.

THE QUESTION
No qualified etiquette expert—nay, no decent person—would dispute that an able-bodied woman should yield her seat to someone in need. But this situation illustrates a nuance of the issue: Is it ever OK to sit in one of the priority seats, even if no one in need is around? If questioned, the pantsuited woman would undoubtedly say she would give up her seat for the elderly, pregnant, injured, etc. Yet when such a person presented herself on the train, pantsuit didn’t notice. Are passengers so confident in their powers of observation that they can guarantee they would notice if a person needed their seat? Can they promise that they will not be so engrossed in their Kindles that they fail to look up every time a new passenger boards? Should people just stay out of the seats closest to the door on the off chance that a girl in a boot is going to get on the train? Riders of Metro, what do you say?

-Jenny Rogers

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Metro manners: Slowpokes and traffic jams

April 15, 2011 - 11:22 AM
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THE SITUATION: It's rush hour, and/or the height of tourist season. You descend the escalators at a station well-trafficked by locals and tourists, look at the board, and see that your train will be arriving in one minute – time to hustle. So, SmarTrip in hand, you rush for the gates – only to be held up by a person who is fumbling around for her ticket or SmarTrip in a big purse, blocking your way. All of the other gates have a queue of a few people behind them. She's not moving. Are you resigned to wait for the purse-fumbler to procure her ticket from her purse, or can you politely ask to go ahead?

Or what about the large groups of tourists and students that clog up the gates and escalators? They're intent on staying together, they're slow-moving, and seven times out of 10, they are comprised entirely of surly teenagers being forced to see monuments and museums when they'd rather be listening to Justin Bieber and furtively making out in the back of their tour bus. Is it rude to force your way in front of a slow-moving group, or is a herd susceptible to cutting?

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Metro manners: Should the tall cede handrail space to the short? (Poll)

April 11, 2011 - 11:49 AM
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The situation
Imagine a crowded train. Passengers jockey for position by the door. Hands grab for the vertical poles. Within seconds, not an inch of pole remains. And left standing in the middle of the car, without a speck of available handrail, is a short person.

What are her options? Reach up to the horizontal pole? No way. At 5’3” in flats, her hand can barely curl around the metal, and the stretch leaves her arched to one side in the manner of a banana. Feeling as though a sudden stop or swerve would pull her shoulder out of her socket, she puts her arm down. She attempts to make eye contact with a tall man grasping the vertical pole to her left, hoping he will notice her predicament and offer her his four inches on the pole, but he is suddenly very interested in an advertisement for nursing programs on the train wall.

The train lurches forward, and our short passenger bumps into one shoulder after another during the long commute home.

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