It was sadder that my supposed kind gesture was not given without hesitation.
What was going on in my head during the whole trip:
1.) Before I gave up my seat, I debated in my mind whether I actually should for a good ten minutes or so. Out of all the possible reasons, mine was based on my fear of rejection, that I would lose face, when she would decline my offer. I wonder if this is normal, whether this was also what the other guys were thinking that made them not bother to give up their seats.
2.) I wonder what the old lady was thinking the whole time she was standing. Her knees shaking, her waist aching. What was she thinking of the people seating down comfortably, snugly along.
3.) I understand the business motivation of squeezing as many passengers in the bus as possible. However, as much as citizens are encouraged to be considerate of society's less able or less fortunate, the bus operator must also have a responsibility to ensure such passengers as the old lady are given seats before taking them in.
4.) I knew the destination was less than an 1 hour or so away. I wonder whether I would've given up my seat if the destination was still 4 hours away, knowing surely that no seat would be available for the whole trip...
Would you?
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