Which is why I really do not want to come across as an ungrateful doughnut by posting this ... erm ... post. But I am becoming most concerned as to why I keep getting offered a seat.
When, really, I dont want one.
And (as far as I know) I dont need one.
Plus now that my Central Line tube train journey has been drastically reduced to 5-6 stops (about 10 mins) I am finding it more than a little ironic that all these chaps are suddenly (and very gallantly) offering me these seats when they were nowhere to be seen in my more lengthy commuting days.
So why is it?
- My Age? Whilst I may be in my 42nd year my mirror confirms that I dont (yet) look like an old woman. The Chuppies/bosses/immediate family tell me this too. O, and the secretary who works on the floor above me is convinced that I am still in my early 30s. But she is a bit mad (although for the sake of this post we will brush this information to one side).
- Possibly Pregnant Looking? After studying my reflection for about half an hour over the weekend (both dressed and - gulp - undressed) I am pretty much satisfied that I dont look `with child'. Additionally, on the occasions when I have been offered the seats, I have been wearing a teeny tiny black jacket that tightly belts in the middle.
- Problems with Halitosis? A possibility. I mean what could be worse than having someone suddenly standing over you with stale morning breath that reminds one slightly of sewers? And, whilst not an immediately obvious solution when faced with a halitosis sufferer in one's close proximity, if one were, say, a couple of stops from getting off, perhaps it might make sense to quickly spring up and offer one's seat (thus to escape the thick pervading morning fug being breathed all over one's personage)? However, the seats which have been offered to me have been from people located quite a fair distance from where I am standing - so far, in fact, that on one occasion one of the seat offerers had to stretch out a long rolled up newspaper which he took to tapping my arm with in order to get my attention to the seat that was being offered.
- Look faint? Would like to instantly dismiss this one but, given that I am as pale as an A4 piece of Xerox Premier copier paper (although this is more to do with my Celtic heritage than any sort of medical disorder), there might be something in this. However, the average LU commuter is not usually that sensitive to problems which may occur. Yes, I have seen the odd fainting victim helped out but this is always well after the event has occurred (e.g. a seat has been offered up only after someone has fainted into someone's lap and made it impossible for that person to continue reading their newspaper, etc.). To offer up one's seat out of concern that someone may faint based on the pallor of that person's skin is perhaps grasping at straws here.
So I am stuck. I have absolutely no clue as to why the last couple of weeks I am being offered more seats than I have in all my years of travelling on the tube (which is coming up for 24 years).
But I am truly grateful.
Even if slightly paranoid ...