Mean People Suck

People are assholes. Plain and simple. I know that's a general theme of life in New York City, but I have to tell you - I've never witnessed anything like this before. On my way home today, I was on the PATH train debating whether I should bust out my sunglasses in an effort to help balance my equilibrium, which had been off since the later part of the afternoon. To the left of me sat an Asian lady, who, before taking her seat, brushed off left-behind napkins with such disgust, I wondered if she realized how she, herself, was doing the same littering onto the floor that someone else did to her seat.
In any event, by the time the train was pulling into the 9th Street station, a large woman two seats to my right began a fullout asthma attack. With her inhaler, she gasped for air for the short time the car doors were opened, picking up those after a hard day's work. She coughed persistently, using her inhaler a few more times. Because the cold-hearted snake to my immediate right was sitting on the edge of her seat, intently reading yesterday's news, [read: the AM New York...duh, people read that in the AM...not the PM] I was able to help the victim take off her jacket she so desparatly wanted to get rid of.
I looked around and not one person was doing anything or asking this woman if she needed help. Oh, they noticed. It's pretty difficult not to see a 300+lb woman coughing her balls off, raising her arms in an attempt to get just a little bit of air into her begging lungs. This went on until we finally arrived in Hoboken. Still coughing, I asked Asthmatic Annie if she wanted me to help her and I shit you not - she had tears in her eyes as she nodded. I took this woman by the arm and Spare Me'd my way through people. (Spare Me is the name of my Ketchum bowling team, WHICH by the way, won an Pin for Best Spirit. Shout out to Adrianna Giuliani, Erica Saviano, Danielle Rabin, Jennifer Parsons and Jennifer Fravel) Anyway, yea - I was like get the hell out of my way people -- and let me tell you something, people were NOT happy. THIS is the part I can't believe. Not only did NO ONE help this poor woman on the train, but you're honestly going to give me dirty looks when I'm yelling for you to kindly excuse me? Eff that. You people SUCK.
The story ends with this woman getting air and a million "God Bless You's" in my direction -- all of which were appreciated, but none of which are warranted. People should HELP people when they need it. That's it. The End.
Homework: Please go out of your way to do something nice for someone today. Life is short. Izzy Stevens is dying. Trust me, you'll feel good making someone else feel good.