Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Chivalry. Or not.

A colleague of Prudence's has a penchant for undignified pursuits. She plays sport.

Inevitably this leads to tears. Last week it lead to a rolled ankle and associated bandages and bruising.

Said colleague, being young, thought after a couple of days the ankle was healed, and trotted off to work without her strapping.

Except that, while waiting in line for the bus, the ankle, having other ideas, collapsed. Leaving her in a puddle on the ground. Pained and embarrassed.

A man standing next to her moved to catch her, realised he couldn't stop her falling, and instead of assisting her to her feet, or even politely enquiring as to whether she required assistance, decided that the best course of action was to pretend the crumple hadn't occurred.

Prudence hopes the man's mother reads this and gives him a good clip on the ear for his callowness.

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