This is a local story…and a warning.  I’m not sure if you’re familiar with packed buses leaving from downtown after a work day…well, if you find yourself in a bus full of workers heading home don’t make eye contact with the driver.  With a loud booming voice, “let the senior citizen have a seat” I hear from the driver’s region.  I look around…who?…what senior citizen?  As I’m craning my neck and preparing to judge the young whipper snappers not offering up their seat to this august individual, I make eye contact with the driver in the rear view mirror.  His eyes are directly in my line of sight.  Huh? What?  Are you looking at me?  “Don’t you want to sit down?”  I respond that I’m not a senior citizen. NOT!  He repeats.  “Don’t you want to sit down?  It’s a long way before we stop”.  I demur.  And mutter under my breath that I’ll never take this bus again…  OK, maybe I’m overreacting and maybe I should have swallowed my pride but damn, I don’t look that old!  Do I?  (Maybe “whipper snappers” gave me away).  Anyway, beware those local packed buses…you too could be a victim!