As a general rule, I feel sympathy (or perhaps empathy would be the better word) towards people who work crappy jobs and get abuse from people. I know what it's like to be on the wrong end of a stupid customer's outrage, since "the customer is always right." Of course, anyone who knows anything about the service industry knows this is completely false and anyone who believes it hasn't met humanity yet.
That's why, on behalf of the poor conductor on the 5:51 PM Grand Central to Poughkeepsie Metro-North train, I now tell this story.
It started with a woman and her child, as many of these stories do. You see, some people are not quite qualified to be parents, despite their reproductive abilities. This was one of those people.
She was average height, maybe a bit older looking than most mothers with children that age. Her hair was dyed red, and she wore clothing that one might have seen on Fran Prescher in "The Nanny." Her child, a girl who appeared to be about five or six years old, a blond-haired child (further emphasizing the woman's unnatural hair color) kept getting out of her seat and running down the hall. Annoying, perhaps, but not too unusual.
Of course, at this point the conductor, a middle-aged man who truly looked like a conductor should look, came up and asked the woman to calm her child down. The exchange went as follows (paraphrasing a bit):
Conductor: Ma'am, is that your child?
Woman: Yes, she is.
Conductor: Well, I'm going to have to ask you to take control of her, she's bothering the other passengers.
Woman: (taking off glasses to emphasize point) Well, I think she would listen more if you were the one who told her to sit down.
Conductor: Ma'am, if she's your child then she's your responsibility.
Woman: But I really do think she'd listen to you more.
So this went on for a bit, eventually, the poor, bewildered conductor asked the girl to sit down, and guess what? She listened. I swear to God.
Intrigued by this exchange, I continued to listen. With my appearance as an apathetic, iPod-fixated teenager, I was able to listen to some of the exchange between this woman and her child. To make a long story short, this woman was completely unable to control her child; I swear she was actually debating with her, like an equal.
Children should not raise children, and we shouldn't have to put up with overgrown toddlers. Mr. Conductor on the 5:51 PM Metro-North from Grand Central Station to Poughkeepsie, I salute you.
That's why, on behalf of the poor conductor on the 5:51 PM Grand Central to Poughkeepsie Metro-North train, I now tell this story.
It started with a woman and her child, as many of these stories do. You see, some people are not quite qualified to be parents, despite their reproductive abilities. This was one of those people.
She was average height, maybe a bit older looking than most mothers with children that age. Her hair was dyed red, and she wore clothing that one might have seen on Fran Prescher in "The Nanny." Her child, a girl who appeared to be about five or six years old, a blond-haired child (further emphasizing the woman's unnatural hair color) kept getting out of her seat and running down the hall. Annoying, perhaps, but not too unusual.
Of course, at this point the conductor, a middle-aged man who truly looked like a conductor should look, came up and asked the woman to calm her child down. The exchange went as follows (paraphrasing a bit):
Conductor: Ma'am, is that your child?
Woman: Yes, she is.
Conductor: Well, I'm going to have to ask you to take control of her, she's bothering the other passengers.
Woman: (taking off glasses to emphasize point) Well, I think she would listen more if you were the one who told her to sit down.
Conductor: Ma'am, if she's your child then she's your responsibility.
Woman: But I really do think she'd listen to you more.
So this went on for a bit, eventually, the poor, bewildered conductor asked the girl to sit down, and guess what? She listened. I swear to God.
Intrigued by this exchange, I continued to listen. With my appearance as an apathetic, iPod-fixated teenager, I was able to listen to some of the exchange between this woman and her child. To make a long story short, this woman was completely unable to control her child; I swear she was actually debating with her, like an equal.
Children should not raise children, and we shouldn't have to put up with overgrown toddlers. Mr. Conductor on the 5:51 PM Metro-North from Grand Central Station to Poughkeepsie, I salute you.
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