Monday morning at 6:20 a.m. is a hard time for anyone. For me it involves standing on a corner of Broadway in the 70's trying desperately to hail a cab to get to my swim workout on time. Two weeks ago, after standing with my arm extended for ten sleepy minutes, an empty, available cab finally appeared. At that moment, a very pregnant woman with full make-up and coiffed hair appeared from nowhere and stepped in front of me to steal my cab. As she got in, she turned to me, "You don't mind do you, I'm expecting in a month." And off she went. I missed my swim.
Last Monday, the exact same thing happened. I recognized my made-up and coiffed cab-snatcher, but she did not seem to remember me. As she got into my cab, she again told me when her baby was due. Again, I missed my workout. When did I lose my rights to the cab I waited ten minutes for? My pregnant nemesis clearly had ample energy for her beauty regimen, why didn't she have the energy to hail her own cab? She chose to become pregnant, presumably she is even happy about it, but I see no reason why that means that I have suddenly become her personal early morning cab hailing service. I guess in a week or two she'll be graduating to stroller-induced thoughtlessness.