This is the next step after they stop carding you...

I was on th El this morning. The train, as usual, was full, and I was standing, looking out the window.

The stop before mine, a seat opened up nearby and a young woman sat down in it. The train started to move. She looked up at me and said, "Would you like my seat?"

"No, thanks; I'm the next stop," I smiled. How odd, I thought. Guys do that all the time here, but why would a young woman offer me--

Oh. My. God.