Chivalry

Seated early, in an aisle seat, it was almost impossible not to watch a very good looking young woman pretend to get her large and heavy carry-on into the overhead bin.

She had a weather eye out for a chivalrous porter that never arrived. Ultimately the hostie executed the charitable labour.

The blonde then sat one across from me and proceeded to complain loudly to the old bag next to me about the lack of gentlemen in her universe. The old bag agreed.

Just quietly I thought, ‘check your bag in like the rest of us and stop trying to transfer your inconvenience to us’.

I am very happy to be chivalrous when the recipient deserves it. And there is nothing less deserving than a lazy attractive woman trading on the same.