You set me up old lady – made me appear quite the fool! I try my best to be a polite and well-mannered member of society – that’s why I offered you my seat on the streetcar for you and your tricky old bones! You turned me down – said you were only going a couple of stops. As our trip continued and you didn’t get off, I offered again! Practically insisted! You refused so forcefully I really couldn’t continue without causing a scene – perhaps by standing up, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you down into the seat. So I sat there with you standing right beside me, teetering and elderly.  I could feel the eyes of other passengers on me wondering what kind of young, able-bodied fiend I was for not giving you my seat. Oh, but you weren’t finished with me yet, were you? Suddenly an old man – bent and crooked – notices you and stands up! You exchange some sort of secret old-person nod and then you lower yourself into his seat! My god, you are crafty! Now everyone on the streetcar thinks this poor, ancient man had to abandon his seat because I wouldn’t! I sit shamed and embarrassed, and stare out the window for the rest of the trip.

You won this time, old lady. This time.