Yesterday I gave up my seat on the bus to a very obese woman who walked with a cane. I mentioned this to Mr. Anon who commented that it is better than having a seat offered.
I suppose that is the only way to look at it. It is better to feel one can still give up one's seat than to be offered the same seat by a young-un.
So why am I still depressed? Oh yeah, I'm still middled-aged, that's why.
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I'm a year or two older than you (I think) Nanuk and depressingly, I find myself being offered seats on the train! It happens to us all eventually.
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