Three times on my way to work this morning, seats became available while I was standing. And three times, the gentlemen closest to the seats majestically sat down without offering the seat to me.

By the time I get on the train on my way home, I have given up faith in finding a true gentleman underground. I get on and as usual, never minding the fact that it is late in the evening, all seats on the central line are occupied. I resign myself to hugging the pole in the middle of the aisle when this young man, suddenly stands up and offers me his seat!

O my days, true gentlemen still exist. Halleluyah!