Forget the punchline, such as it is… do you increase your red blood cells by getting blood from a chicken???
(And no way in the world this was originally published as late as 1993)
April 6: This is what the site of Manhattan’s flagship Automat looks like today (well, yesterday, technically)
Okay, it just seems to me if he’s polite enough to pick up her handkerchief, you’d think he would have offered her his seat in the first place.
Or should I not be trying to make sense of Mutt and Jeff at 4am?
Thinking about this — because, again, it’s 4am — I still offer my seat to women, even though it’s long out of fashion, because that’s how I grew up. But only to adult women: offering my seat to a woman forty years my junior just seems weird (not that this is usually a conscious decision).
You know what really made me feel old? The first time somebody offered me a seat. Maybe I looked particularly aged that day.
Interesting how these things differ regionally: when the extended family was in Boston a few years, I noticed that nobody was offering my octogenarian mother a seat. My son, who lives in Boston, explained that Bostonians rarely offer their seats to the elderly, but seem happy to give them up when asked.
(He himself always offers, because he’s still a New Yorker)