I wish some of the social barriers that exist in society could be broken down. They crush my spirit.This morning on the bus I noticed an older woman a few seats in front of me. She looked tidy and presentable-- except for the massive tag hanging out the neck of her dress.
I knew it would bug me, so I looked away immediately to spare myself the grief. But, like a moth to a flame, I was drawn back to it; my gaze magnetised to the offending square of white material.
I fantasised about getting up, walking down the aisle of the bus, silently popping the tag back in, and returning to my seat. There would be no raised eyebrows, no recoiling, no reaching for the mace. Just a brief glance of gratitude from the offender, before the returning peace of equilibrium.
What sort of sick world is this that I can't tuck in somebody's tag.
4 comments:
great post!
I once tucked in someone's tag, and the minutes I spent agonising about it beforehand weren't worth it because she was quite appreciative, as I would be!
I also once ran after a woman who had gone to the toilet and tucked her skirt into her underwear. There is no way you can let that slip by unnoicted, no matter how awkward!
I had a lady do it for me on the train once... she apologised and said that she just had to do it or it was going to drive her crazy!
I was appreciative too. Not sure if I would have been if it was a guy though!
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Good on you Soph. Especially for the skirt in undies lady-- that couldn't be let to slide.
Em, this is the sickness and inequality of which I speak. just out of interest, why do you hate men so much?
I've had people tuck my tag in and say the exact same thing, they just couldn't stand that it stuck out, I just laugh and thank them. Sometimes people can still surprise you!
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