This Is This

There’s a guy on my bus who lets women go first. All the time. He’s a Yorkshireman: dry Northern wit, always says hello, got a million jokes about the rain - nice guy.

If there are any women behind him waiting for the bus, he lets them go first. Nice guy, like I said. But. I have mixed feelings because he actually gets to the bus stop really early. And by that I mean before me.

So, if you get to my stop late and you are female, you’ll get a seat (and probably a spare) to yourself. If you get there early and you are male, you’ll be sitting next to someone, cramped up, possible hitting them with you left elbow as you write a blog entry on it on the way to work.

There is nothing I can do or say about it though without looking bad. But lately some women shelter in their husband’s cars across the street from the bus stop and get out when the bus arrives, and breeze through in front of Sir Waits A Lot.

What do you do when other people’s kindness is disrespectful to you. Does respect matter? Should I wait in the rain and be thankful for his kindness?

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