Bethany has reached that point
in many women’s lives when reading becomes a luxury indulged in only on the
subway. The stuffy cars, packed with people she doesn’t know and whose eye
contact she wishes at all costs to avoid, are ideal for elevating the act of
reading in public to the status of sacred rite. Like the goddess of the temple
of Bethany, she is respected, even venerated, and held slightly in awe by her
fellow commuters. This is her firm belief.
Yet Bethany’s firm belief has
been wavering lately, especially when riding a crowded train that tends to
accommodate wandering hands. At first she thought the hands might belong to
perverts interested in her nether regions, but she soon discovered her error. A
jacket draped casually over a forearm might flash in the corner of her eye
about two seconds before she thinks to check her purse. Her investigative fingers
invariably come upon a half-opened zipper at the very same instant the casually
draped jacket disappears from view. So often has this happened that Bethany is
being forced to surrender her goddess-like aura of self-absorption.
And Bethany is not happy about
this circumstance. Already the entire trajectory of the first stop is spent in
the effort of finding an acceptable spot within comfortable reach of a pole to
hang on to but with enough breathing room to hold a book. Once that is
accomplished, Bethany must find her place and read the sentence three times
before it can take precedence over the gym suit Carla forgot to take to school,
the chicken Bethany forgot to thaw for dinner and the clothes that have been
hanging on the line since Friday.
As if these inner distractions
weren’t hard enough to juggle, now she has to add the physical demands of keeping
one hand at the ready to grab the pole or her purse, keeping one eye on her purse
without losing track of her stop, and oh yes, reading that sentence again.
The joys of public transportation. You can't be too careful. I remember when my grandma visited us a child, she took the bus. One time, she napped on the ride and woke up missing $300 from her purse.
ReplyDeleteNot likely to fall asleep, as I rarely sit, but have noticed an increase in wayward hands this past year.
DeleteThanks for reading, Janna!
Lacking concentration can be a disaster. Not being able to concentrate on matters at hand ie reading because of possible pick pocketers or worse,. The life of a mum wrapped up in other thoughts ...with the added dilemma of holding onto a pole to steady herself or watching her purse for thievery. Liked your take Kymm.
ReplyDeleteThe older I get, the more things I notice myself trying to do at the same time. Thanks, Rambly!
DeleteBethany needs to move to Hong Kong. Safest damn mass transit system ever, I think. I use it for reading time, too. But I've found that often while I'm sitting down reading, there's an elderly person or a person with a cane or a tiny, sleeping child who needs my seat, and then I feel like a jerk for not noticing until then.
ReplyDeleteIf I sat down to read I'd miss my stop for sure. There are usually too many distractions when reading in public, though.
DeleteThanks for the visit, Tri!
I find my reading times on my lunch break at work or early in the morning before I start to write. If I tried to read on a bus, I would worry about all the things above plus motion sickness from reading in a moving vehicle :/
ReplyDeleteI usually walk to work, so I have to read on the john and the one paragraph I get through at bedtime. Podcast stories are good for walking, though! I hear you about motion sickness.
DeleteThanks for the visit, Draug!
Oh, you portrayed this so well. I don't miss having to take the train during rush hour.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bee!
DeleteI rarely ride at rush hour - rainy mornings like today - but humanity can be burdensome, yes.
A wonderful tale.
ReplyDeleteSo many things to juggle, even on a simple train journey to work.
Exactly!
DeleteThanks so much, mj!
Ouch. I'm glad I've never lived in a city where pickpocketing on the train was a serious issue; the inalienable right to zone out on the subway really is sacred!
ReplyDeleteMy first T rides were in Boston, so Barcelona is pretty tame, really.
DeleteThanks for reading, Annabelle!
A smidgeon of daily life expertly expressed! :D
ReplyDeleteWhy, thank you, Linda! Love that - a smidgeon.
DeleteI know someone who fell asleep on an airplane and was robbed. She woke up just as the thief was slipping the cash into his jacket. What's worse is when she told the flight attendants they didn't know whether to believe her as her seat mate, of course, denied it. She had to wait for the police at the end of the flight. After a grueling time the guy finally confessed and gave her back the money. What you describe so well here I've had happen a time or two. Annoying, to say the least. Wonderful description...
ReplyDeleteI never sleep in airplanes. What a terrible experience, though.
DeleteYou said it - it is annoying, when all you want to do is read a bit!
Thanks, Steph!
Oh man! I don't ride the subway, but that is exactly what it is like for me to attempt to read a novel. It usually takes me a month or two. Sigh!
ReplyDeleteYeah, blaming the subway is easy. And the kids. And of course the job. And the laundry. Oh, and this stupid need for sleep!
DeleteThanks for reading, Stacey!
Reminds me of riding the subway in Chicago to work each day... I rode Metra home at night, because you could drink beer. You wrote an interesting look into a woman's life, Kymm. The re-reading because of distractions felt so real.
ReplyDeleteSubways are great equalizers, aren't they?
DeleteGlad you got a peek.
Thank you, Ted!
I could visualize it. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThat makes me happy. Thank you, yarnspinnerr!
DeleteI lived this when I commuted by train in CA. All my reading was done on the train and I read the book at least twice when I would try to find my place again. This seemed very true.
ReplyDeleteUsed to have a small train commute & read a lot more!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, Banker Chick!
This was wonderful. I do this commute everyday during the winter in NYC and this describes so many on the trains. I loved the humor in this, especially in these lines:Like the goddess of the temple of Bethany, she is respected, even venerated, and held slightly in awe by her fellow commuters. This is her firm belief.
ReplyDeleteGoddesses don't exist without the faith!
DeleteGlad you enjoyed this. Thanks for the love, Jennifer!
Nice story. Maybe she needs to switch to audiobooks.
ReplyDeleteWhat? She won't get distracted from listening??!!
DeleteThanks, HL!
Sign of the times-the lowering of moral values along with recession giving them an excuse!Sad!Lovely piece highlighting the troubles of a commuter in an interesting manner:-)
ReplyDeleteOh, I don't know. Pickpockets have been around as long as there have been crowds.
DeleteThanks for your insights, Atreyee!
No wonder the goddess is nervous at her throne, with such insurgency taking place.
ReplyDeletelol You seem to be familiar with the protocols, Jody!!
DeleteClearly a great way to juggle. Well described
ReplyDeleteGlad you think so. Thanks, Björn!
DeleteOne more thing to juggle. Sad state of affairs. Of course reading and riding are out of the question for me. Motion sickness. Ick.
ReplyDeleteCan I take you with me, Renee? You can watch my pockets while I read??!!
DeleteThanks for the visit!
That gave me a headache! Well done.
ReplyDeleteNot sure if you enjoy headaches or liked the story. lol Thanks, Sam!
DeleteI used to have to ride the city bus through some of the seedier sections of Tacoma, Washington. A book (along with a canister of pepper spray) was my best friend!
ReplyDeleteGreat writing!!
Seedy sections from a bus are distracting enough!
DeleteThanks so much, Valerie!
I was so interested in this story. I really can imagine being able to read on a crowded train. But I fell asleep once on the train from Princeton to Penn Station on a late Friday night. Nothing bad happened. I was shocked. Great post!
ReplyDeleteTrains are dangerous that way (but better than falling asleep at the wheel).
DeleteGlad you liked it, lumdog. Thanks!
FIrst, Kymm, thanks for stopping by my post about Mother Jones. Really appreciated your comment!
ReplyDeleteI CANNOT BELIEVE that the poem I wrote after that was about being on the subway, worrying about security (keys clenched outward, etc) and... being groped! And getting revenge. For someone I don't know at all, we were on the exact same wavelength, even though I wasn't doing the Trifecta challenge.
Here's the subway: http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/03/06/night-bus-nyc-3ww-real-toads/
Love your blog! Great writing, hon. Peace, Amy
Trifecta has that effect on us - great minds thinking alike and all that. I'd never thought of using keys as WPD.
DeleteThanks for the love, Amy!
I hate travelling on the Metro - It's exactly as you describe it... Nice writing..x
ReplyDeleteSometimes I abhor it, others I feel fortunate for the easy transport. Depends a lot on the density.
DeleteThank you, Rosalind!
this is spot on. I hate it when I can't get a seat to read my book. There do seem more people on the London underground reading books, kindles & Tablets and fewer reading free newspapers which is a good thing I think. Still a few women doing their makeup and of course people playing Snake or solitaire on their stupid "Smart" phones...
ReplyDeletemarc nash
Well the British seem to have staying-out-of-personal-space-while-ignoring-each-other down to an art! I love the Tube, but I'm a tourist, so sit and stare like a rude yank. lol
DeleteThanks so much, marc!