I can only give up one seat.
That's the thought that crosses my mind as I stand on the train today after having given my seat to a lady.
But there's another lady next to me and right over there is that guy with a whipcow and he isn't getting up.
If I had a moderately cool super power like making people get out of their seat with the force of wind power or maybe a magic lock of hair from Gwyneth Paltrow I would totally make whipcow guy get up right now.
Be dangerous though. I've heard that absolute power corrupts absolutely. I could become as bad as that guy with a whipcow.
I have but one seat to give.
And maybe half-a-stick of gum. I'll have to check my pocket.
Gentleman with a whipcow . . . eh.
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