For about forty years Zita had travelled to work by bus. These days the bus was often crowded and she had to stand. In the early days, if a woman was standing, every man and has dog would offer her a seat. Not these days! These days, even teenagers made her stand all the way to work while they sat and play kitschy-coo on their cell phones.
Zita was heading for sixty and dyed her hair regularly. It made her look younger. No wonder she wasn’t being offered a seat on the bus. At least seats were given up for old ladies.
“Blow it!” thought Zita. “I’m letting the grey come out. That way they’ll offer a seat to an old lady.”
So she did! She let her hair grow grey. She looked a lot older. In fact, she looked more like her age really was.
But no one offered her a seat.
