Confession: I am a bad citizen.
This always happens to me.
I get on the bus after work.
Snag myself a comfy seat.
Pull out my current reading.
Read two lines.
The bus stops for passengers at the next stop.
Granny McCanihaveyourseatpleasedear? makes her way on the bus.
And I - being all goddamn-not-again-this-happens-every-single-time - get up and offer her my seat before she even has to ask.
With a smile.
Because my momma raised me that way.
I will be old, too.
It doesn't stop me from thinking bad thoughts.