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Blasting Music On the Bus

I jumped on the bus yesterday hoping for a quick and quiet ride, but instead there was some jagoff blasting shitty rap music from his shitty boom box. Well, it wasn’t a shitty boom box because the music was loud as fuck and the bass was powerful enough to rattle the windows. All the other passengers on the bus were getting annoyed, one guy was pissed enough to tell the jagoff to turn off his music. The jagoff responded by turning his music up even louder. That didn’t sit well with the other passengers and people started yelling at him to turn it off. Things were escalating pretty quickly and it looked like things might start turning violent. Then the bus driver pulled over to the side of the road (not even at a bus stop), stopped the engine, and walked down the aisle towards the jagoff. The driver was a big intimidating black guy, and he put his finger right in the jagoff’s face and said, “Nobody wants to hear your shitty music. Turn it off now or get the fuck off my bus.” The jagoff instantly switched off his boom box and kept his head down in shame and embarrassment. He got off the bus two stops later. He knew that he was defeated. I can only assume that he jumped on the next bus so he could piss off another bunch of passengers. Blasting music on the bus is a great way to make enemies. You’ll never make a new friend by being an asshole. Unless they have the same taste in shitty music.

Critically Rated at 4/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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When the Bus Drives By

I got off work late the other night and all I wanted to do was catch the first bus home and call it a night. I got to the bus stop, checked by bus schedule app, and knew that there would be a bus coming along within the next two minutes. Sure enough, two minutes went by and I saw my bus approaching. It came closer and closer, it started to slow down and then it kept driving right past me without stopping. The driver was going just slow enough to show the few passengers and the many empty seats through the windows. The driver wanted me to know that he wasn’t going to stop. I imagine he was watching my crestfallen face in his rearview mirror as he laughed and laughed as he drove on down the road. I felt betrayed. I felt hurt. I felt invalid. Nothing makes you feel as unwanted as when the bus drives by. You feel invisible, like a ghost, like you don’t exist.  And then you get angry and flip off the bus driver and silently curse him because that’s all you can do. Then you wait for the next bus.

Critically Rated at 2/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Nodding at the Bus Driver

Nodding at the bus driver is a simple way of acknowledging his existence. And that’s a good thing to do, especially since you are putting your life in his hands. That simple act of recognition goes a long way. Your bus driver is not a machine. Your bus driver is a person and a person deserves to be treated with a little respect. You can even go a step further and say hello. You might even ask how they are doing. I was brought up thinking that saying thanks to the bus driver was normal. I don’t even think that’s being polite, it’s just automatic. Nodding at the bus driver should be a reflex. But that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore and that’s sad.

Critically Rated at 13/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Helping a Little Old Lady

I was waiting for the bus last week, and it finally pulled up, stopped, and opened the doors. Common courtesy requires that you wait for the other passengers to get off before you get on, and so I waited as a little old lady came scuffling up to the exit. She was going at a snail’s pace, seemingly in slow motion, and it was keeping the other passengers from boarding. So I stepped up onto the bus and the driver instantly snapped and started yelling at me, “LET THE PEOPLE OFF FIRST!” I gave him a dirty look, kept on climbing up, approached the little old lady, and offered her my arm. She gratefully took it and thanked me, and together we steadily made our way to the exit. Once she was safely off the bus, I paid for my fare and got my transfer from the driver, and I could tell he felt like an asshole for assuming that I was just a punk trying to shove my way onto the bus. There were a dozen people around that were perfectly content with watching a little old lady struggle because it’s not their problem. I can’t do that. If I see a problem, if I’m aware of it, it becomes my problem. I can’t change the world, but helping a little old lady is a start.

Critically Rated at 14/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

 

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