Yesterday when journeying to some casual work, I was waiting for a bus at the Richmond Bus stop, I’d just come out of the station and stood next to the pole perusing the route and timetable and glancing the street for the bus, to which, when it shortly arrived, I signalled to stop (unneccessarily no doubt, but habit non the less). As the Bus pulled up a little retinue of three old people (a couple and a lady) sidled past me to get on the bus first, and made some comment about me “being rude and not having qeue’d, and that they had seen me come from the station, after they had arrived at the bus stop”, this was all said in a rather spitefull and accusative manner.
I of course let them go first, they were in such a state of surpressed rage and their wet glassy eyes had a sense of wounded yet steeled anger with a hint of fear underlying at possible youthful reprisal ? I certainly wouldn’t of wished to have put them in a greater state, than they appeared to have enduced upon themselves. As I entered the bus behind them I made note to them, that the bus was in fact “completely empty” so their remonstrations seemed a little unwarranted, and that “we would all make it on” ,theyre were only six of us getting on. The thing that is truly strange, is I do not even remember seeing these people at the bus stop, As I approached it ?
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