I really appreciate how kids these days don’t feel the need to respect
their elders. When I was a child, I would no more remain seated on a bus
when anybody slightly – much less much – older than I was present. I
would have been – shoot, I probably still would be – on my feet as soon
as somebody older than I am hove into sight.
But the youth of
today, or at least the sample that rides public transportation, seems to
have no qualms about staying seated when a person who is clearly four
to five times their age clings to a center pole or overhead hand-grip
while the vehicle buffets down its appointed course.
It makes me
feel so very special, and desirous of staying with large groups of
people (which I ordinarily do not prefer) when I look in a seated young
person’s direction when I am standing on public transportation. I know
that the venomous look they share with me is their rehearsal for when
they are parents and need to glare so that their own children will fall
into line, behaviorally speaking.
It almost makes it possible to
overlook the pain in my feet, because usually, if I’m on public
transportation, I’ve been walking, occasionally for long periods of
time, since I’ve probably dismissed the limousine I usually travel in,
and it’s not waiting at either end of the trip to whisk me off to my
grand adventure on busses, subways, and trams.
Almost.
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