Priority seat?

I blogged about how people no longer give up their seats sometime back when I was preggy. Recently, all the corner seats in trains have a priority seat sticker. I'm 'entitled' to have a priority seat since I have both Lyra and Lucas, not to mention the 'luggage' that we drag along.

But so far, I have hardly been offered a seat; not even if I were to make my pressence felt right in front of those inconsiderate people glued to these priority seats. Today, I was again left standing while the 2 ladies occupying those blasted seats just glanced at me and looked away. The guy next to them also looked at me, gave the ladies a nasty look and then looked away as it was none of his business.

Argh... I wouldn't have been so mad if the stickers weren't there... but to remain so obviously callous about their own bad behaviour simply leaves me speechless. And the guy seated next to them must have felt very self-righteous... but to me, he is just as bad. He could have given up his seat too. There is really no excuse for bad behaviour.

And to add insult to injury, I wasn't able to board the lift even though I was the 1st to queue up. I stepped aside to let the people out and when the lift was almost cleared, everyone else rushed in. I had Lyra with me so I didn't want to risk pushing with them. But I gave all of them a nasty look and said very loudly that they ought to be ashamed. The person closest to the door then stepped out. I thanked him and walked in. After that, everyone waited till I was out before rushing out.

What has become of simple courtesy and graciousness? These are educated professionals!