it's nice to be nice

you know that highly satisifying feeling that comes from giving up your seat on the streetcar to an eldery person? you don't so much get that when it's an old man wearing plaid coulottes, gardening gloves, a sars mask, and safety goggles who has just shoved you out the way yelling "don't even think about taking that seat!!". come to think of it, i hadn't sat down so it wasn't really giving up my seat. i guess that explains the lack of the warm fuzziness.