Seat on the Subway

New Yorkers are rude. Actually, I'll rephrase that. Some New Yorkers are rude. I realized this recently as I've been commuting with a very pregnant wife and witnessed first hand how people refuse to give up their seat for her. They pretend to sleep. They look the other way. They cover their face with a magazine. Anything to avoid eye contact. So, each day we try to draw attention to her pregnancy as a way to guilt people into offering up their seat. Here is a script we are working on for our next attempt:

Mike enters subway train and sees Mel, a pregnant woman standing (because there are no seats available)

MIKE: Mel, how are you? It's been so long. I didn't know you were pregnant

MEL: Mike, I'm doing well.

MIKE: Look at you. You're about to pop. What month are you in?

MEL: I'm in the 9th month, I'm getting really close.

MIKE: 9th month? Wow, that's so exciting, how do you feel?

MEL: I'm okay. I'm just REALLY tired. My legs hurt. Oh and my back is killing me. It's just hard because I need to lug this heavy bag to work everyday.

Mike realizes that his sketch is being ignored and turns to the closest seated passenger.

MIKE : Okay, just get the hell up.