I technically live two metro stops away from work right now (hopefully not for long – for reasons I’d rather not get into at the moment), but since the Park Kultury station serving the brown circle line has been closed for renovation until the end of the year (!!!!!!!!!!), I prefer to take the bus these days.
Due to freak car accidents on the Garden Ring road, the bus isn’t always reliable, so I’m always absurdly grateful when it actually comes. I wasn’t feeling so grateful today, though, not after a host of angry older women, or babushkas, got on at the stop immediately after mine. They were all together in a group, and they were all furious with something. In Moscow, that’s not a rare sight.
Here I was, minding my own business, not harming anyone, listening to The Sessions, and otherwise enjoying my morning, when a representative of the Angry Older Women Group accosted me, speaking loud enough to drown out the band:
“Young woman! Why don’t you give up your seat?!”
“Um, I’m 4 months pregnant and my back hurts. I’m sorry, but I’m not giving up my seat.”
“Well! You don’t LOOK very pregnant to me!”
Getting up, I delivered a swift roundhouse kick to her face, proceeding then to…
OK, no, what I actually did I started screaming. I screamed the following, I believe:
“I’m wearing a winter coat! You want me to strip naked? Because I will! I’m so sick of you people! Mind your own business!”
The reason why I screamed this last bit has to do with the fact that I already had a bitchy encounter with a mall security guard recently. He wanted me to push a huge cart loaded with random crap away from the main doors – a cart that wasn’t even mine (he got it in his head that it was mine and then decided I was lying about it. I was hanging around inside the doors, waiting for my husband).
“It’s not even my cart, I’m not pushing it out of the way even if it was. I’m pregnant and that cart is huge.”
“You’re not noticeably pregnant!”
“Well as it happens, I have a dated note from my ULTRASOUND TECHNICIAN, WANT TO SEE IT?!”
I later told him that he better not complain when someone treats his wife or sister like he treated me. He tried arguing that he hadn’t meant to be rude. Right. At least the representative of the Angry Older Women Cabal just walked away, lips pursed.
The point of all this is – you don’t need to be visibly pregnant to experience physical challenges.
Oh, and people are dicks.