Dear Diary:
When I was pregnant, I rode the subway to work. The closer I got to the birth of my daughter, the bigger I got, but nobody ever offered me a seat.
Then one day, an older woman who must have been about 90 offered me hers.
I insisted that I could not take her seat, but she was adamant. Finally, she stood up, and I sat down.
She then turned to the young man sitting next to me.
“You get up,” she said. “I’m an old lady.”
— Nancy Suppa
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