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tonight the green line was packed. at the st mary st stop an old lady well into her eighties got on and wedged herself in front of a man sitting in the handicap seat. she was wearing a mauve, ankle length coat, clutching her oversized handbag close to her chest. she smelled of aquanet and cookies. the seated man instantly got up and offered her the seat. she smiled and told him that she was only going a few stops.
"i can manage. you look tired, honey." at the next stop the train emptied. a lady from the back who hadn't seen the man get up scowled at him as she passed and said "if you were a gentleman, you would have given up your seat." the man made an irritated noise
the old woman looked down and asked "did that woman just criticize you, dear?" the man nodded. "wow," said the old woman quickly glancing out the door after the lady, "what a bitch."
"i can manage. you look tired, honey." at the next stop the train emptied. a lady from the back who hadn't seen the man get up scowled at him as she passed and said "if you were a gentleman, you would have given up your seat." the man made an irritated noise
the old woman looked down and asked "did that woman just criticize you, dear?" the man nodded. "wow," said the old woman quickly glancing out the door after the lady, "what a bitch."