The Hypocrite

That's me. After writing about those that hog seats and how annoying it is, I find that (after a friend pointed it out to me) I need to confess that I am guilty of that exact same thing. Well not physically guilty but guilty by association.
A few mornings a week a friend of mine gets on the train with her partner a couple of stops before mine. We have only just recently realised that we are on the same train of a morning and have managed to tee up a carriage to meet in because the 30 or so minutes on the train of an evening just isn't enough time to catch up on all the news.
She and her partner kindly spread out on the seats using all manner of ploys in order to save a spot for me when I get on.
I do think it's a bit different when you are saving a seat for someone as opposed to saving a seat for your feet or your bag to rest on but I can see the hypocrisy.
I'm not sure how much of a kerfuffle (do I get 10 points for that Tash?) it causes for the other commuters who get on thinking there is a seat but I am grateful for the resting place for these old bones and impressed by your ingenuity in creating room with nothing but a handbag and two small bottoms.