It's not blue

This morning, a guy in a suit offered me his seat on the train. (In five years of daily commuting, this has never happened.)

Maybe he's just old-school. Or maybe he's on board with John Kelly's attempt to return chivalry to Metro.

But, considering I was mistaken for an expectant mother last week while buying a shower gift at Babies 'R Expensive, I'm gonna dig out my "8-Minute Abs" video the minute I get home.