Frauds

A short woman in a big coat stood in the gangway wearing a badge that cutely said 'baby on board'. I saw her before with that badge, months ago. Without the badge, absolutely no one would have thought this woman was pregnant. A gallant knight in shining armour gave up his seat. She took it with an air of entitlement; like it was hers and he was just holding it for her. I don't think she's pregnant. I think she bought a cheap badge and the investment has paid off a thousandfold. Cow.
I later saw a small man of the same build being led through a crowded station by an attendant. He had a cane and was clearly pretending to be blind. The bastard. I could no longer take this abuse of people's kindness. I pushed the rascal to the ground and began to beat him with his cane. He put on a great show of being in distress, rolling on his back and crying like a baby. The attendant screamed for help. I ran off as I could hear the gendarmes approaching. I think this one was actually blind.

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