I think I’m going to sound like one of those Torygraph readers, bashing out a fuming letter and calling for the return of:
- The birch
- Capital punishment
- National service
- The 11-plus exam
I’m not. But I feel the need to rant about modern society, at least, in the city of Düsseldorf.
Why do so many passengers on the S-Bahn (local stopping trains), U-Bahn (the Tube/subway) and trams insist on doing one of two things during rush hour.
- Sit on the window seat, bag on aisle seat.
- Sit on aisle seat, with window seat unoccupied.
Oh, and youngsters, using half-price child tickets, never, ever give up their seats to adults, even to Oma who’s about to join Hugh Hefner, or Frau Schwanger who’s 8.5 months pregnant and hours away from contractions.
Am I being too harsh? As a pads brat, I come from a disciplined environment, where you do without moaning, and defer to your seniors. For me it was a pleasure to stand up and offer my seat to an adult, without having to be prompted.
(Pardon me while I get some Brasso to polish my halo.)
Earlier this week I boarded the team home after a session down the English Library. Lots of people standing. Lots of schoolkids sitting, bags on the adjacent seat.
I’d like to sit here, please.
(Tut and sigh. Bag gradually lifted by owner onto his 13-year-old lap. A face like thunder.)
13-year-old face like thunder.
A minute later I spot a harrassed mum with her 5-year-old son.
I stand up.
13-year-old with face like thunder moves bag from lap to my seat.
I offer my seat to mum with son.
Harrassed mum with son accepts offer.
Pick your bag up, please!
Mum sits down and sighs with relief.
13-year-old with face like thunder just humphs and rolls his eyes, his sense of entitlement severely breached. Pech!
Humph once again. I dare you. I double-dare you…
Have a considerate day, won’t you!