When I was at school it was mostly only the rebellious kids who didn't give up their seats on the bus for adult passengers. These days it's remarkable when a kid does give an adult their seat. In fact, I still haven't forgiven those rude people who stayed seated when I waddled onto a crowded bus, 6 months pregnant and dying to take the weight off my feet.
So why did a young man offer me his seat on the bus this afternoon?
He wasn't doing to chat me up - because he didn't.
It's possible that he caught sight of my "mature" hands and - putting that together with my old-man newsboy hat, deduced that I was an unsteady old biddy.
Or, he saw how voluminous my A-line coat was (not the one I've been sewing - that one is only just big enough) and mistook me for a pregnant lady (where the hell was he 4 1/2 years ago?)
Hopefully, he did it because my oversized bag looked really heavy (it was - it was full of library books about women's fashion).
But I'll never know. It was nice to have a seat all the way home though.
3 comments:
and just be thankful you weren't sitting next to some dirty old codger doing stinky beer burps!!
Such people are not "normal" anymore.
It is nice when there are people like that.
Perhaps I've become too cynical to appreciate people just being nice.
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