One day in the evening as I returned home in the bus, I sat on a seat reserved for senior citizens and started reading. A couple of stops later, somebody tapped on my shoulder from behind,
“Do you want to sit towards the aisle or do you mind shifting towards the window seat.”
I was ashamed for a moment because I sat down with the intention that I would get up when a senior citizen came in and here was an older gentleman who was standing behind me for more than a couple of stops, until the other gentleman next to me got off! In the guilt “why didn’t you tap me earlier, I did not realize you were standing all this while,” I said.
Pat came the reply “You were reading Marx.” A double emphasis and reverence on Marx….
Source: The Commute