I stepped onto a tram to get home from town after sitting for two hours in a very uncomfortable chair at a work training course. I was vaguely aware of woman heading for the vacant seat I was headed for. I quickly judged her as much younger and my back was hurting. It is my seat. I am just short of officially being a Senior.
She had three girls with her, all of similar age about nine or ten, Little Jo's age, to the point where they could not have been her daughters, but that is irrelevant. She sat two of the girls on vacant fold down seats, and then said to man of Middle Eastern appearance on the third fold down, perhaps a 40 year old bloke, would you mind? He acquiesced and gave up his seat for the third child.
I could not believe what I had just observed. In my world, don't children give up seats for adults? Gobsmacked is good word, and that is what I was. Am I wrong?