Until recently, when I just plum gave up caring how old I am and how I look for my age, the terror of aging ate my heart out of my chest.
To soothe myself, I “gave” all that dread to strangers. Gave it away. How?
Well, here’s one way: On a full Metro bus, I would, if possible, sit in one of the seats reserved for elderly and handicapped people. When someone around my age or a little older — let’s say someone who looked between 40 and 50 years old, preferably male — would board the bus, I would stand up and ceremoniously offer them my seat.
Tags: Metrobus, Washington D.C., WMATA
This entry was posted by sms27 on Wednesday, January 6th, 2010 at
5:24 pm and is filed under
@ 50 Paces .
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