Last night I made a house call to one of my student’s apartment. I had to travel there by subway around 8:00 in the evening. While sitting in the subway in a car about one third full, I noticed a Spanish gentleman literally falling down drunk standing in the doorway holding on to the pole with both hands, but trying mightily to remain erect.
He then began to talk to two African-American women sitting beneath him – one a pretty and sweet looking woman in her 30s sitting with probably her mother. Because he was so drunk he began falling all over them. They were obviously bothered by this and were leaning the other way so as to not be touched by this man.
One learns to pretty much to mind one’s own business in the NY subways – the dangers being obvious, but this continued intermittently for several minutes. People were watching, but nobody was moving to help.
I stood up and walked down the car to the doorway where the man was now bothering the ladies again and heard the drunk blubber, “Aw c’mon Shweetie, I thought you was my frien’?” The younger one and closest to him responded, “OK, we’re friends, Mister, but you have to stay at arm’s length.”
At that she held out her arm and held him gently away as he staggered and tried to keep from falling across their laps.
I watched his hands. I just wanted to make sure he was not carrying any kind of weapon. (more…)