This morning I missed my train. The next one arrived shortly after. When I got in, it wasn’t crowded, but there were no available seats. I stood at my usual spot, the front of the car right under the AC vent. Sitting in front of me was a young man, in his early 20s at most. He motioned if I wanted to sit, but I declined gratefully. I guess there’s still hope for gentlemen.
Feel free to post comments or share similar experiences, whether in NYC or elsewhere.