When I was a lad, I was taught that if I had a seat on a bus, tram or train, it was good manners to give it up if a lady or an elderly person were to board and not be able to sit down.
I was taught that pregnant ladies fell into the same category and should be shown the same high accord
It was, I was taught, just good manners to do so.
When I moaned, I got a clip around the ear and was told I would be very grateful when my time came. Then, old and decrypted I would be very grateful that my fellow travellers had the same high standards as I was brought up with.
Well let me tell you, that time has come, and now I find, if I am lucky enough to get a seat, I get deathly stares from mothers whose five year old Johnny has to stand as the bus sways around a corner and heaven help me if I get on a crowed train and seven year old Matilda is ensconced on a pew.
I have as much chance of her offering her seat to the kindly old gentleman as getting a free trip from Richard Branson on his Intergalactic Space Shuttle

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