CHEESE ALERT!

So the other night, I went out with my sis. The L to wburg made its last stop at Lorimer so we had to take a shuttle a stop to get to her place. (For you brooklynites, I'm sure this is a very annoying weekend occurrence.) Anyway, it was about 12:30 and we were all annoyed and waiting to cram onto this bus. A young woman with a baby in 1 arm was struggling to fold and then lift her stroller onto the bus. There were many people just watching, dazed possibly high or drunk, curious at best and new yorker cynical at its worst. A lot of onlookers but no good Samaritans. I looked and really didn't know what to do and then looked away and then looked back at this woman really trying to juggle both the baby and man handle this stroller. I wanted to help and yet I couldn't and didn't because I fell into the same trap that everyone falls into... I thought someone else would step forward to help. That person who stepped up to help this woman was Jane in her heels all decked out from our night out. It wasn't the asshole who was standing right next to the woman in sneakers and a tracksuit, but Jane. As soon as she picked up the carriage I stepped into to help. My indecision and non action melted away, but I couldn't help feel like I did anything that great. I helped my sis, someone I already knew. What happened that night was pretty powerful. I will conscientiously not be an asshole.