Tube story: a man wearing glasses, with one glass cardboarded over, stood at the end of my carriage last night after getting on at Holborn. He spoke loudly, 'There are four men sitting down on this side, and one, two, three, four, five men sitting on this side and all these women standing in the middle. You should be ashamed of yourselves! Get up, don't wait to be asked, you're an embarassment to all men. Stand up and give your seats to the women!'
Err, thanks. But in summer, when we sit down, some men like to look down our tops and standing is the preferred option.
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do you know, i'd never thought of that? as if being chivalrous wasn't hard enough to spell or do. "would your friend with the more modest cleavage appreciate my seat? I'd ask you, but then I'd have to look ostentatiously away, not that i'd want to look away, of course, your cleavage is fine, as is your friend's, i certainly didn't mean to cast aspersions in such a crowded carriage, i just meant i would never look down your top, although i'd like too, only out of politeness of course, although i can imagine your husband, not that i think about your husband, oh dear..."
beats the pregnant-or-fat and old-and-independent-or-old-and-appreciative dilemmas hands down
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