Let me tell you how Boris' new rule could backfire and cause trouble, or at least hurt feelings, across the land. Or rather, let me give you an example from my own domestic haven.
Text from the Ball & Chain (age 52) who has recently taken to getting the bus into work.
B&C - Not in good humor now.
Me - (eventually). What now? (Oozing in wifely sympathy I am.)
B&C - Someone offered me a seat on the bus.
Me - Oh no. A 20-something?
B&C - Yup.
Me - Not a babe? (Good job you can't hear stifled giggles via texts.)
B&C - Yup.
Ouch.
So, by all means you young whipper-snappers, offer your seats up to folk who look like they're hundred and twenty to you. Be warned however, if you're on your way downtown for, say, a job interview, the old codger you offered it to could well turn out to be the person you find across that desk at 9am!
Just sayin'.
