Yesterday morning, I got on the train at Ascot, on my way towards London. As is the case reasonably often, there weren't any seats left, and so I stood in the little area just inside the door.
After about three minutes, one of the other passengers stood up and offered me her seat. She did it as if she thought I looked as though I needed it, in a "please give up this seat if an elderly or disabled person needs it" fashion.
I'm not proud. I sat down. I thanked her.
But ... but ... do I always look like that at seven in the morning?
Perhaps I look like that all the time?