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No Good Terrible Something Something Day

Brian stood me up for our lunch date, so I caught the bus home (I would have walked, but I was ill-prepared for the black clouds looming closer).

Two stops before my own, an elderly man tried to get on the bus. I noticed the driver didn't lower the doorstep like he should, and I found out why this is such a big deal when the old man face-planted trying to get on. He coiled his face into his bag to hide his tears as people, except the bus driver who couldn't care less, rushed to his aid. When he finally got on, we noticed both his legs bleeding. He had a gusher on one leg, and some deep scrapes on the other. He sat right in front of me and I searched my bag for a tissue to no avail (thankfully, someone from the back brought tissues and a bandaid). I talked to him for a minute. He seemed in good spirits, joking here and there, but my heart ached for this guy who had no one to sit with him and help him. The gusher wouldn't stop bleeding by the time we got to my stop. I told him he should put the bandaid on it fast. The second I stepped off the bus, it dawned on me that I could have ridden out further and bussed back later, if only to make sure he got proper medical support (or at least to a first aid kit) wherever he ended up. But I didn't, and I worried so much about him, and I was so angry at the bus driver who didn't lower the step, didn't get off his ass to help, and didn't have a fucking first aid kit on the bus (or know where it is, because it's baffling to think a public transit bus wouldn't have a first aid kit).

Charles came home to find me laying on the couch being sad about the whole thing. I explained, and I just burst into tears. We went for a drive to run an errand, and immediately upon pulling up to a main street, I noticed, "hey, they changed the Florida license plates," and pointed at the car ahead of us at the stop light. When the light turned green, I watched that car almost run over an old man crossing the street. He had the right-of-way, with the Go light on the crosswalk, and that asshole from Florida nearly plowed into him! Shouting and beeps were heard from all who witnessed it, and I freaked out and shouted out the window to the old man, "Are you okay??" "Yeah," he replied, as we moved on our way so as not to block traffic. I didn't call the cops, even though we tailed the car for a mile and I had their plate number. Because we all know how useful the police system is for such incidents. I started crying again.

I was so upset from these incidents that I was sure my time at the Cup tonight would be awful - bawling my eyes out for ten minutes. I'm very thankful to say it wasn't bad. I had a really amazing time with my friends, and it really helped me finish the day.

Comments

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gonzo21
Jun. 8th, 2016 01:59 pm (UTC)
That's awful. You'd think the driver had a duty of responsibility as part of their job to assist an injured passenger.
diello
Jun. 8th, 2016 02:10 pm (UTC)
He may as well have been filing his nails while everyone rushed around to help.
pax_athena
Jun. 9th, 2016 02:38 am (UTC)
Oh man, I had literally tears in my eyes, especially through the first story. WTF is with some people :( :( :(

I find it especially sad when it's about old people - you know, people who could die tomorrow and that would be one of the last things they experienced. People whose life is not going to get better ... :(

Edited at 2016-06-09 02:39 am (UTC)
kurikuribebi
Jun. 9th, 2016 11:14 am (UTC)
Exactly. Old people hold a special place in my heart, even if they are total assholes to me. I can't believe people didn't do more for him >< I would have raised hell, tbh.
diello
Jun. 9th, 2016 01:14 pm (UTC)
Yeah, even cranky old people are dear to me if they have tears in their eyes. You should never have to see an elderly person cry. Men especially (which seems sexist, but the older generation, the much older generation especially) have been trained by society to not cry because it's not "manly," so when they do, you know they're really hurting.
diello
Jun. 9th, 2016 01:11 pm (UTC)
Yes, exactly! And I saw him before he got on the bus. He had a packed lunch and a smile on his face, and that made it all sadder. But he was laughing a little with someone in the back of the bus (the first woman to come to his aid), so that part of the memory makes me feel a little better.
touchofgr3y
Jun. 11th, 2016 02:25 am (UTC)
Oh, the poor bus man. I'd feel terrible and sad as well. Have you considered maybe following up with the bus company about the incident?
diello
Jun. 14th, 2016 04:43 pm (UTC)
I rode the same bus/time yesterday to see if maybe he would be at his stop again, but the bus driver (different than then) forgot to turn onto the street in time!! Unbelievable! Maybe they were a replacement and the driver from the incident got canned.
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