Living in London often feels like a death of a thousand cuts, each day another tiny part of your humanity dying through the thoughtlessness of strangers, whose random acts of low-level cruelty diminish themselves as much as they do you. Never more so than on the Tube, where good manners are merely a historic curiosity, like the Bretton Woods Gold Standard or the Amstrad e-mailer phone.
So imagine my astonishment when yesterday, heavy with a summer cold, out of hankies and clearly suffering, a young stranger kindly offered me a paper hankie.
Now, you may be thinking “he probably just didn’t want you sneezing in his face” but that wasn’t the case: the carriage was largely empty and my wife was already deep in her bottomless bag, searching for her pack of hankies, when he quietly proffered the small white gift. Just an act of kindness and consideration for a fellow man.
It’s kinda sad that such a small act should merit a blog post but such is the world we live in.
But it cheered my soul and lifted the spirits: maybe everyone isn’t selfish and hard-hearted after all, I thought.
And then a lady ran over my foot with her trolley-case.
By Greig McCallum, Tube commuter