N-O W-O-R-R-I-E-S

The hijabi sat on the edge of the seat. She liked to do that. It was easier to get off the tram, as opposed to taking the window seat and having to push past people when she wanted to deboard. Two people sat across her. There was no one sitting next to her. She also liked wearing dark colours, this hijabi.

She noticed a woman with some baggage come near. She was obviously going to try to maneuver her way to the empty window seat. The hijabi, to save her the trouble, shifted to the empty space beside her, making room for the lady.

The hijabi looked up.

“T.h.a.n.k.y.o.u.”

The lady said it oh-so-slowly, paying attention to the pronounciation of the letters, making sure it all came out nice and clearly.

“No worries.”

The hijabi looked away, quite amused.

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