the disability card

id like to thank those oh so wonderful dc metro riders.
thanks for nothing.
im on the metro this afternoon, and as usual its packed. i look around, hoping to grab an open seat. i knew there wasnt going to be one but you have to look anyway. popping in my ipod i wrap my hand around the pole and prepare to hang on for the forty five minute ride home.
as the train begins to empty, people begin to take the now empty seats. usually, you let the person that had been there for the longest or the person that is the closest to take it.
and then you have those with disabilities. like myself. which usually get a free take a seat pass. except. i dont use that card. because unlike most of them, you would never know i had one at times. so i wait my turn. and finally after several stops. i spot one so i began.
thats when this woman out of nowhere shoves me out of the way and takes the seat.
since when did people become rude?
or have i just refused to notice?
so i once again wrap my fingers around and wait. hoping that something would open up.
and one does. so i begin to take a seat, and a woman three times my size gets it before i do.
its times like this i wish i did pull out this disability card on them.
i wanted to tell her so.
but i am sure, she would have told me being fat was a disability. either that or would have swallowed me whole.
so i shut up and stood the entire way.
putting the disability card back in my pocket for another day.