Metroquette
On the bus home from work, I sat down in the only available seat, located in the front area normally reserved for elderly passengers and those with disabilities. After the first stop, I moved to one of the newly cleared seats in the back to avoid the possible imbroglio of
1. A passenger deserving of my seat boards the bus, and notices me -- young and energetic, enthusiastic about leaving work.
2. I look at him/her, and blush, embarrassed as I acknowledge his/her evidently apparent age or disability.
3. I offer him/her my seat, moving to the back, where I should have been in the first place.
4. He/she feels sad and self-conscious about his/her age or disability. I've ruined a stranger's day. And during Lent! Guilt ensues; I've ruined my day as well.
Perched in the elevated seats at the back of the bus, I observed those below me and noticed someone staring back. The teary eyes of a middle-aged man in raggedy clothes begged for mercy from my harsh judgments. I had moved away from the seat next to him, and now worried he assumed it was provoked by disgust. Of course, my emptied seat was soon filled with the heavy plop of a lazy ass that belonged to neither a disabled nor elderly passenger.
Agatha said so on February 14, 2008 01:20 PM | Permalink
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Thoughts?
bus politics
I’m sure all guys who write comments are teens or even younger. If you are older, than shame on you!
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