you through the different cultural aspects of a city. I began to study the other passengers more intently; I wondered which ones would be going home to a warm house and a family, and which ones would not be going to a home at all. Suddenly, I noticed an elderly man at the end of the car. It was a pretty startling scene, and I'm surprised I hadn't noticed him earlier. The man was sitting in a very large electric wheelchair, and had an oxygen tank placed on the back of his wheelchair, which he was breathing through. I watched this man for a bit, only to notice that he was on this subway by himself. Why would a man, who obviously looks like he is in need of assistance, be making a trip on the T by himself, at this hour? It was baffling to me. He was taking up a lot of room on the subway car, what with the wheelchair and the oxygen tank and all. The other commuters seemed to be giving him dirty looks for being in the way, other than offering to help. I made eye contact with the man, and smiled. He scoffed and quickly looked away. Had he been more inviting, I would've asked him if he needed assistance
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