Leaving work to catch my train home, a proud grandmother led her grandson around the corner and down the stairwell. She didn’t think to let me pass and I wasn’t going to earn points knocking over an infant, so I waited politely.
I waited politely on all 29 steps as we worked our pain staking way down to the bottom.
A headache I’d been nursing was shoved into migraine territory as the wild yells of grandmotherly encouragement and high pitched squeals of a child were magnified as they bounced off the walls.
I wanted to push them both down the stairs.
