No, thank you.

Getting on the commuter train during rush hour is a crapshoot for seating. Sometimes I get on and it's wide open, other times it is a cramped fully-clothed, dry hump orgy.

Today they should be playing some Marvin Gaye.

Of course I am with my cane if added support is necessary. I left it behind a few days ago and regretted it. I get on board, and for a few long seconds nobody flinches.  Then an old lady, old like you think of The Constitution as being old, told me boldly to take her seat. Before her rickety frame could get fully upright, a young lady got up and quickly offered me her seat instead.  Because hey, let the young disabled guy stand, but not grandma, right?

I've had this happen a few times and am not astonished by it. This time however was funny because I am sitting across from the old lady.  

After sitting back down, she pulled out her book, opened it where she left the dog-earred corner, and while holding the page with her thumb, looked up at me....

and winked.