31 August 2012

People are nice

It has been a long day.   Too many hours on my feet.  I use a stick nowadays, mostly for reassurance as I am no longer as steady on my pins as I used to be.  But, this evening, the ankles were not at all happy.

The bus was crowded; my heart sank.  Then a nice young man stood up and offered me his seat.  This has happened twice before, but I have previously declined.  (Foolish pride - it's hard to give up the illusion of being an alpha male.)  This time, I accepted gratefully.

And thus, another boundary is crossed.  Getting old is no fun.


1 comment:

Kenny said...

Just enjoy it mate. Fart with impunity - it's one of those wee rights that age grants you.