No rest for the weary

I use public transportation. Last night the train was packed, and let me tell you that being 8-ish months pregnant does not get you a seat on the train. Really, I was feeling fine and didn't *need* to sit down, but an interesting sociological observation. No one gave the crazy/drunk man a seat, either, and he really needed to sit down because he'd left his balance at the bottom of a bottle of brown liquor.