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Tuesday, May 06, 2003
 
I may not be an actual angel, but if I see a woman with a baby carriage approaching a flight of stairs, I will swoop down all nonchalant and suave, grab that little plastic footrest, and glide up the steps like Fred Astaire with my bedraggled, sputum-sodden Ginger. Except that I have a bad back. Those of you who have seen me flop on the floor in spasmodic agony (after just seeing something heavy on TV (like a cartoon safe, or your mother) or hearing a word that rhymes with "weight") can see where this ugly tale is headed. But politeness is bred in my brittle bones, my darlings, and I can't turn it on and off like the ringer of your cell phone.
     Because it makes me red-faced angry to see files of able-bodied men hustle past the stroller moms like they've got blinders on. (And I never get angry, even when J.Ro thinks I should be required by law to do so. When somebody does me "wrong," I don't get mad -- I get witty. Luckily, J.Ro is often milling drunkenly around, and she will perform the requisite broken-bottle castrations and face lacerations on people who are mean to me.) Obviously, your Sterno-huffing parents were too busy raping your sister to teach you even the most rudimentary subway etiquette, like giving your seat to pregnant ladies and not smearing your shitty asscrack on the pole.
     I am broken -- I'm not supposed to lift anything "bigger than a phone book," according to my favorite doctor, who I wish I had known when I was forging notes for gym teachers -- but I look like a healthy young man, and so when I take a seat on the subway from a pregnant lady after rubbing my butt on the pole, I have to make all sorts of ouchy faces to convey the fact that I'm in pain. ANYWAY what I'm getting at is that I shouldn't be helping stroller ladies, but if nobody else is around, I must. And that's when bad things happen. Because the lady wasn't ready. And when I grabbed, the stroller tipped. And the baby almost fell out, a little bit. (Really, the kid looked old enough to walk, but he was a lazy piece of fuck, trying to make me look bad.) So I had to dramatically flop on the platform to show that I only dropped the thing because my back was grievously injured by my altruism. Also I might have implied that I had Gulf War Sydrome.

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