I was on the train to work yesterday when an elderly gentleman got on, just one station before where I was going to get off. By then, there were no more seats left. So I stood up and gave him my seat. Osteo-arthritis notwithstanding. This guy was clearly waaaay older than me.
He didn't want to take the seat initially, until I told him that I was getting off at the next stop anyway. And then he smiled one of those sweet smiles only old folks have and shuffled towards the seat.
By then, a kid about 10 years old was inching his way towards the vacated seat and about to set his bum down on it.
"Oi! I didn't give up my seat for you!"
He leapt up like the seat was hot.
One day, young punks will have osteo-arthritis too.