17th Scribble
It's funny how much more I pay attention to these things now... I was walking home from work, and I spotted a woman who had a male anima trailing after her. He was perhaps middle aged? His eyes were really tired, from what I could see, because it was difficult.
He was mostly covered with all the packages he had to carry (and those were all packages belonging to the woman, no doubt...) so it was a wonder I managed to catch a glimpse of his face at all.
She did nothing to help him, even though some of those packages looked pretty heavy. She wasn't even all that well dressed, so not a noble woman by any standards.
No one seemed to think that it was unfair at all.
Was it always like this?
He was mostly covered with all the packages he had to carry (and those were all packages belonging to the woman, no doubt...) so it was a wonder I managed to catch a glimpse of his face at all.
She did nothing to help him, even though some of those packages looked pretty heavy. She wasn't even all that well dressed, so not a noble woman by any standards.
No one seemed to think that it was unfair at all.
Was it always like this?