Some time ago, I can't remember exactly when, Brenda and I were on an over-crowded (is there another sort) dolmus on our way to Fethiye.
Seeing that were several young ladies standing in the crush, I used sign language to offer one of them my seat.
Just as the young lady went to accept my offer, an elderly Turkish gentleman standing next to her, gentle took hold of her arm. Looking sympathetically at the young girl, he started stroking his chin while motioning in my direction and politely shaking his head.
I could soon tell from Brenda's strangulated laughter that the old gentleman was clearly telling the girl that I was in far more need of the seat than her
