Once upon a time, I hopped on a Cincinnati Metro bus to ride to law school, like I did most every day when I wasn’t risking life and limb to ride my bike. The bus was empty and I’ve got great big gangly ol’ legs that are never really entirely comfortable no matter what I do with them, so I cross my legs–ankle on knee, foot out in the aisle a bit. A woman in another seat, probably ten feet away or more, becomes visibly agitated and tells me to put my foot down. Bemused, I ask why. She says, “Because it’s DIRTY!” Did I mention that this woman did not appear to be entirely in her right mind? Anyway, I patiently explained that while my foot might or might not be dirty, it was also ten feet away and posed her no threat. This was not satisfactory for her. I kept my legs crossed, she sat and fumed, shooting me the hairy eyeball until she got off the bus. Weird.
Cut to New York, present day. I get on a subway, heading down to the Sunday NYC Hash House Harriers run. It’s a bit crowded when I get on, but it opens up after a stop or two and I sit down. Legs are still legs, and I cross them again. There’s an older gentleman a couple seats down, with somebody sitting between us. Very respectable looking, neatly trimmed grey beard and all. He starts giving me the hairy eyeball around the dude in between. The guy in between gets off at the next stop, and older gent leans over and asks me to put my foot down. Both a) baffled and b) suddenly remembering the crazy lady from Cincy, I ask why. He says, “Because it’s offensive.” Bemused, I explain that while I’m sorry, I certainly don’t mean him any harm and I fail to see how this could possibly be offensive. He “explains” that when I cross my legs like that, it’s a very offensive gesture. I say again that I’m very sorry, and I really don’t mean to give him any offense… He asks where I’m from. I tell him Cincinnati,* and he replies that this explains it: They clearly did not teach me right, and he is doing me the service of explaining to me that crossing my legs is very offensive and I will not do so in the future. Somewhere between bemused, amused, and incredulous, I again say that I’m sorry, but… anyway, this goes on, him getting ever more agitated, until he storms off several stops later.**
My questions are these: Have you ever encountered this reaction to having your legs crossed? Are you offended by the crossing of the legs? Is it a cultural thing? Old gent seemed to be your normal white Anglo-American–no discernable foreign accent. I wrote the whole thing off when it was just a crazy lady, but now I’ve got an otherwise normal-seeming older gentleman whom I apparently offended right off the subway. I try in my life not to be a jerk, so I’d hate to think that I’m offending untold dozens every time I take the train home.
- Later, when I was thinking about this, I realized that this actually was offensive, as he was basically saying my mama didn’t raise me right. WTF.
** I’m aware that at some point in this exchange I probably crossed the line from innocent to jerk–that I should’ve just shrugged, uncrossed my legs, and waited for the weird old guy to get off. If the situation happens again, I’ll probably do that. But it’s not what I’m interested in in this thread. Pit me if you want–though I’ll just agree with you, so it’ll be sort of dull–or start a separate thread about the unintentional giving of offense through what ought to be innocent actions, like wearing a hat indoors.