I think I was in my thirties when I was offered a seat in a bus for the first time and, boy!! did I ever feel old. I was shocked, and felt compelled to accept (with smile and thanks).
It hasn’t happened to me as yet, but I live in hope.
I wish that were always the outcome. I’ve been abused on several occasions by women to whom I’ve offered my seat.
I’m interested in the replies. At a all-school meeting in our library, I could see that there wouldn’t be enough seats, but I thought some of the women might call me silly for blatantly offering them a seat. So I just got up and stood in the back and in a couple minutes one of them took it.