Someone I know, someone significantly older than me, once told me that when she came back to her home city to visit from college, she discovered that when she rode the subway, she had, all her life, been unconsciously choosing the part of the subway car that had more white people in it*. After that, her consciousness having been raised by her liberal northeastern college, she started choosing the part of the subway car with more women in it.
I responded that I had always chosen the part of the subway car with the fewest people in general. I didn't rub it in to my friend, but I was quietly pleased that whatever sway societal racism and sexism had on my character, the sway of my long-admitted misanthropy was still stronger.
This conversation came to mind this morning as theCSO mentioned, as I drove him to the subway, that in metro's two most recent accidents, the only people killed and most of the injured were in the first or last car so one could be significantly safer by sticking to the middle cars.
At which point I confessed my pleasure two days before at discovering that post-accident nobody was riding in the first or last cars and I could have them nearly to myself.
*At the time, I thought, though I didn't point out, that a majority of one's pre-college life, one's place in the subway car is not chosen by one, but by one's parents and their influence might have been the cause of this.