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