Bun in the oven. May I sit, please? **Update**

Most days I am surrounded by able-bodied New Yorkers who don’t have the decency to offer their seat on a packed train during our morning and evening commutes.

Today I came equipped with buttons my husband made for me as a holiday gift.

For the record, it didn’t work, but I still thought I’d share. ☺️🤰🏾🤷🏾‍♀️

**Update: it worked!!**

I also just want to thank the people that understood why a button like this would be useful /helpful to me.

I don’t wear it to express entitlement. I wear it in the hopes for a little kindness from strangers.