It’s a bus!..

It’s not New York (thank god!) and it’s not Flint, MI (ditto). Most people take public trans here daily. Yesterday evening, I’m waiting for the bus, heading back North. In its usual timely manner (20 min.), the bus arrives. A tiny, almost fossilized Filipino woman scurries to the bus entrance, leaving a dozen or so people standing patiently in line behind. “She’s old and decrepit,” I told myself, “let it go.” She climbs aboard with surprising (for her age) agility, but that’s where it ends. She begins rummaging through a three-gallon purse for her wallet. Some mere couple of minutes later, it’s found. Now, for the card… Aha! Nope, not this one – doesn’t go through; not even after 3rd try. No worries, she’s got another one. Alas, “no good! no good!” says the driver, whose English wasn’t that great to begin with, and has steadily declined since the old lady got on board. Cash? - Sure. But in a different wallet. - Another minute. And, Halleluja, she gives exact change. - Good, right? Half the fucking fare was in pennies. Need I say more?
Nothing against Filipinos or geriatrics,.. but if you take a goddamn bus, it’s the same routine every time you get on it! Same fucking fare. Have your cards, and your cash ready. Count the fucking cents BEFORE you get on. DON’T assume that the rest of us are waiting for the messiah at the bus stop, and you’re entitled to bypass us because you need a sit. Your site alone would move most of us to let you sit down, and maybe buy you a burger and a deodorant. But this behavior makes me wanna reconsider my stands on euthanasia and immigration.