. . . or maybe it has just been too long since I’ve taken my stroller on public transportation, but wow, if New York City didn’t roll out the red carpet for me today. First there was the young lady who helped get Simon and Oliver seated on the bus while I lugged the folded stroller through the crowded aisle to try to snag a spot close to them. Then there was the teenage boy who grabbed my stroller and set it next to my seat while I juggled getting the boys and the bags onto the next bus while swiping my metrocard. And then there was the lady who helped me carry Simon and the stroller (Oliver was in the carrier on my back) down two flights of stairs down into the train station and up another flight to get to the right platform. And if that weren’t enough, when we finally got to our home station, a man offered to carry the stroller (now empty) up the stairs for me, and even waited for me while I tied Simon’s shoe.
I didn’t even have to ask any of them. They just offered. In fact, they hardly even offered, they just did it. I felt very taken care of.