Where did the Gentlemen go?

I went out this morning to do some errands. Usually, I take a cab going home but today I took a bus. I was lucky that the bus was not crowded and I sat in the 2nd row . The bus stopped in Ayala, the Central Business District in Makati. In a minute, the bus was full.

Two passengers caught my attention. Two old ladies or senior citizens were standing by the alley near me, one carrying a really big bag. The person sitting in front,  beside, at the back and at my right were all men. The guy in my right stood up and offered the sit to the other lady. I waited for a few minutes for someone to do the same to the other lady with a bag. No one did. I offered my seat to her. She said thank you and told me she pity that I have to stand up. I told her I’m used to it, even if I’m not, and smiled. I was disappointed  because this men looked at her and did nothing.

I braced myself so I won’t fall when the bus moved. Finally, one guy on the third row stood up and offered his sit to me. In my mind I was asking ‘what were you doing earlier?’. I thanked him.

Come on guys! Be a gentleman! We will all get old, you will get married if still not, we all have mothers, some might have sisters, or girlfriends, or daughters… would you want them to be in that situation someday? I don’t.

I’m good! I just wanted to let this out.


10 thoughts on “Where did the Gentlemen go?

  1. I offer my seat to anyone who looks like she/he/it needs it more than I do. I endorse whole-heartedly what Ned said above; whether she wants it or not The Spouse gets treated as a Lady—someone I appreciate and love etc etc.

    As for some modern bint with a bone in her nose, hair chewed by rats and covered in tatts … I’d have to play that one by ear. I’d hate to be back-handed into the middle of next week by some Southland battle-maiden accusing me of being a patronising old male-chauvinist pig (we build ’em big on the farm down here, I tell you~!).

  2. One of my life’s great joys is opening doors for my wife — shopping malls, leaving the house, opening the car door in the rain and handing her the seat belt — as well as doing the little things that let her know she’s special to me. And what you said about all women being someone’s mother, or daughter — so right on. I don’t know where the chivalry went, but its sorely needed. I plan to be opening doors for my wife as long as I can, even if I have to wedge my walker in the jam to keep it open!

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