The tram was crowded, hot and smelly. I’ve mentioned elsewhere
that unless it is 30 degrees plus outside there is no chance that anyone will
dare open a window. So we were left to breathe in other people’s body odour and
halitosis. It was not going to be a pleasant journey. Suddenly the woman
sitting in front of me looked up, gasped in shock and offered me her seat. She looked at
me like it had been criminal that she should have been sitting down while I was
standing up. Now I know I have a bit of a limp but she couldn’t see that, as I’d been standing on the tram for a while. I know I have grey hair and grey beard ... but I don’t look that old, do I? But what made this charade worse was when I looked at the woman it was
clear to me that this woman was clearly in her fifties, not her early fifties
either. Thus she was at least ten years older than me. In fact she was close to the age group who have become my new admirers since losing weight.
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