Two or three weeks back I hopped on the transport home on a Saturday night. When I moved up the means and was most of the way in, I was welcomed by seeing an old lady remaining in the passageway by the middle shaft. She was holding it with one hand and the backrest of the seat with the other. No one offered her a seat, not even the young lady who warded composing off on her cell phone. Standing just inside a couple of meters of the scene, I contemplated internally: read more