I was at the far back of the corner of the bus this morning on my way to school. I guess I eavesdropped and overheard a man talking to his girlfriend on the phone. He sounded like a really awesome dude cause he was making sure his girl gets all her work done so they can go out and celebrate their one year anniversary—something around those lines.
Right before a stop, a lady, with a baby on one hand and a carriage in another, walked to the back of the bus to the door exit. She didn’t have the hands to hold onto the carriage as she was carrying her baby and holding on to the bar so she propped the carriage against her leg. But the ride was bumpy and I could tell she was on unstable ground.
The MAN, I mentioned about, was right there, staring at at her struggle. I didn’t believe what I was seeing, and as I got up, I had the inkling to slap this person senseless. I took the lady’s carriage and handed it back to her when she was out of the bus. And as I walked back to my seat I think—quite possibly- I thought aloud, piece of shit. Cause some people out there can be so loving and disgusting at the same time, two-faced punks.