My friend Kat and I were on a bus recently, both extremely hungover. A gentleman offered me his seat, which I accepted, as it meant that I could rest my hot pounding head against the cool glass. When we got off at our stop, Kat started making fun of me.
"Oh, you poor feeble female, you couldn't possibly stand on your own feet for two minutes. You had to accept a seat from a middle-aged man who probably has chronic back pain," she mocked.