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Forsooth! Chivalry is not dead!

November 28, 2010

A wondrous thing happened on the District Line to Edgware Road yesterday morning.

I was bemoaning the state of womankind and the evil machinations of the likes of Germaine Greer that have resulted in us never having seats given up for us anymore, whilst we still have to do all the housework.

A long sentence, but heartfelt, I think you’ll agree.

This grumpiness was inspired by a cute little boy whose mother was telling him to sit on his seat before other people took it from him.

‘I’ll just sit on top of their heads,’ he said.

Of course, what she really ought to have said is that if a lady is without a seat, he should offer up his own. And then again, her clever son would probably have asked why the other men in the carriage weren’t already doing that?

‘Bah,’ I thought, and ‘Harrumph!’ and ‘What’s the world coming to?’

I turned back to my book, and then something happened to restore my faith in humanity.

We stopped at West Brompton. A woman rushed up with a pushchair and jumped onto the train

…leaving the buggy on the platform…

It was a bizarre sight.

She tried to stop the doors from closing by obstructing them with her body.

It looked for all the world as if she was planning to hoist the buggy backwards onto the train and risk having the doors close on the baby.

Five men, of all ages, creeds and colors instantly ran forward to get the baby safely onto the train.

The women in the carriage didn’t move. We were either frozen with horror or couldn’t believe what we were seeing, and it turned out that we were right. Of course no woman would do that. She and her baby weren’t getting on the train at all. She was just holding the doors open for her slower friend.

Completely oblivious to the stir she had caused, the woman jumped off and waved her friend goodbye, while the men sheepishly returned to their seats.

‘How embarrassing,’ muttered one.

I didn’t think it was embarrassing.

I thought it was lovely.

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