She is small, but not frail. Gray, frizzy hair. Could be 68-78. No telling. And she is pushing, shoving, wheeling, manipulating in front of her a walker. She has no sooner boarded the bus than she yells out,’ May I have that seat please’. She takes a moment to put her fare card in the slot and then calls out again, as she takes a few steps down the aisle,’That seat please’. I have been watching her and realize suddenly, she is looking at me. Can’t be. But she is, because as I point to myself, she says “Yes”. So with the full bus watching, of course I get up and she, hardly giving me time or space, maneuvers herself and her ‘car’ into the seat on which I had been sitting. How do I feel about that?! I’ll let you know.
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Question: why you? What made you seem like the obvious choice to give up your seat? Hmmm.
because I was sitting in a single seat, the first single seat that has this sort of barrier in front of it, that if you were wielding a suitcase or walker, it would be a great place to stash it.