Smooth

Days were simpler once.   Protocols were followed, manners expected and given.  If a bloke was seated on a train, tram or bus and a female got on he got up and gave her his seat.  Now there’s a shit fight to get to the seats first.    Please and thankyou are things of the past, sometimes.   I’m not sure when times changed.  It was a while after that young bloke in the photo left behind his bowtie and fedora.    Sunday best was always worn on a trip to the city in those days.   No longer, and that’s not a bad thing.

Well that’s my ramble for tonight.

Smooth

Days were simpler once.   Protocols were followed, manners expected and given.  If a bloke was seated on a train, tram or bus and a female got on he got up and gave her his seat.  Now there’s a shit fight to get to the seats first.    Please and thankyou are things of the past, sometimes.   I’m not sure when times changed.  It was a while after that young bloke in the photo left behind his bowtie and fedora.    Sunday best was always worn on a trip to the city in those days.   No longer, and that’s not a bad thing.

Well that’s my ramble for tonight.