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No Good Terrible Something Something Day
Jun. 8th, 2016 09:54 amBrian 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.
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.
