People who will not move out of the front eight courtesy seats even though I am a week away from my third trimester. I am obviously pictogram number 2 on the big blue sticker behind your seat, right behind the person in the cast and wheelchair. I get that some of you are elderly or have pain. I would not take a seat from you. I am looking at you hospital nurse, still in your scrubs from work, and you, people under 40 who are pretending to listen to music, sleep, or looking at your phone, and you, young lady, who have your bag across one empty seat on a full bus, and you, young man in your 20s who is obviously finished your outdoor job.
One of you people must be able bodied enough to offer a courtesy seat. Just let me curb your enthusiasm from falling all over yourselves in offering me one. If you don't feel guilty while I am sticking my very rotund belly in your face because there is no room, then you must need that seat more than I.
But you people who wait three minutes or more while glancing at your neighbours hoping that someone else might be gallant enough to offer me a seat, yet nimbly jumping off when it comes to your stop, I mean you!
Usually, I do get a seat somewhere as I'm on the route for over half an hour with about twenty stops from beginning to end. Someone eventually gets off at a major stop and I get to sit, so no one think that I am forced to stand for the entire hour walking to the stop, waiting for buses, standing precariously on buses, and then walking again in 30 something degree weather. (Although the "feels like" temperature is much higher when you have a huge elastic maternity band on your waist, strapping a big hot water bottle on your stomach.) :preggers:
The walking does me good though, so it's alright. :-)