Calendargirl
A few years ago, my early 60’s, a chap offered me his seat on the tube. I politely declined, but his wife insisted, so I accepted graciously, but really felt a fraud.
Then a few weeks ago, starting to ascend the stairs at a railway station with a heavy suitcase, a youngish chap grabbed it and carried it for me. I was quite chuffed, as a friend with me was left to struggle with hers!
I was so grateful a couple of years ago, when a lovely chap picked up my case and carried it up a lot of steps at Vauxhall station. As I told him with heartfelt thanks, I had come all the way from Dijon (via the horrible Gare du Nord).
I use buses a lot and do get the offer of a seat occasionally, but I’m never going very far at all* so I usually tell them that, while adding that it was very kind of them to offer.
*I do often walk into town, but it’s uphill on the way back!