Friday, May 27, 2005


My nephew, when he was four (he's now five, so I'm sure he doesn't do this anymore), would always feel the need for some space of his own on public transport. There would be only one free seat, and his mother would sit with him on her lap. And he would proceed to gently, but insistently, push the leg of the person next to him until they gave up and gave him their seat. To the intense embarrassment of my sister.

I was reminded of this tonight when I went to The Alley with a couple of friends, and there were no seats around the piano. We amused ourselves by wondering what would happen if we sidled up to people and gently, but insistently, pushed their leg.

Juvenile, I know.