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One morning, I noticed an old man with a cane enter the Tube carriage. I stood up and gestured at my seat. He rushed down the aisle.
‘Just a minute, just a minute,’ he said sitting down, one hand in his brown coat's pocket, the other holding my hand. He fished out three wrapped candies.
‘Oh, no!’
But he insisted.
A few stops later, he stood up and whispered that I now had candy for my good deed. I wished him a good day and he replied ‘every day is a good day at my age’ before leaving the train.
Swift and well-done.