Wednesday, 17 April 2024

Not A Gentleman

As the train began to pull away from the station, she began to look a little flustered as she held the suitcase in her arms, unable to find somewhere to place it.


After a moment, I sighed and offered to hold it, or to put it between my legs.


As she thanked me for "being such a gentleman" and went to put it down, the woman who'd claimed the last seat spoke in a sharp tone.


"An actual gentleman would get up and give her the seat."


I deliberatly dragged out my getting up on my crutches, I will admit. 

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