The inside of a bus sometimes becomes a microcosm of the world outside. Never more so than during the morning rush our when passengers jostle for non-existent spaces, and wish each other did not exist. Bus drivers, depending on their whim, drive at a snails pace or jetspeed showing scant concern for passengers needs or pedestrian safety. All for a few pennies more. Young women, meanwhile, try to keep out of the (h)arms reach of male predators. But the same bus sometimes throws up instances, unremarkable perhaps, but moments nevertheless when ones faith in humanity is restored. Like today, for instance, when an old man, himself not the fittest going, gets up and vacates his senior citizen seat for someone not much older than him, but whose predicament seemed to be worse than his own. Strangers both, linked only by the common bonds of humanity. All is not lost, perhaps.
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 14:06:01 +0000
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