At the 86th Street station, a woman left her seat and the car.
Woman #1 (to Woman #2): Go ahead, take the seat.
Woman #2: No thank you. I am getting off.
Woman #1: OK. I’m getting off, too. But I am going to sit.
Me: We’re all going to get off at some point. (pause) I mean that’s the idea, right? Sooner or later, we all get off.
Woman #1 and Woman #2 laughed. Then …
Woman #1 (to me): Would you like the seat, sir.
Me: No thanks. I’m fine. I’m not as old as I look.
Woman #2 and Woman #1 both laughed again.
They both got off before I did.
I still did not take the seat.
See you along the Trail.
Along the Graybeard Trail 