Tune in as Sam tells multiple stories from life on the bus.
Story #1: When people cuss on the bus.
The bus driver was talking today about how rude people appear to be when they cuss at things regarding public transportation (the driver, the fare, their next stop, their seat, etc.) He went on about how he tries to ignore these people for his own peace of mind. He mentioned some different instances, like when a commuter is exiting the bus and curses under their breath at the bus driver. The driver has had to ask people to quickly exit the bus due to episodes of vulgar outbreak. The driver and two older gentlemen in the front seat went on about how stupid people sound when every other word that comes out of their mouth is f*** this and f*** that. Then Wilbur – one of the older men in the trio – made the comment, “Sometimes I wonder what they would say if they replaced those words with other words.” Another older man commented,” None, because their vocabulary is too small.” The three started laughing because, well, it was funny.
The two older gentlemen continued their conversation. Let’s set the stage here. One man, we’ll call him Ron was likely in his mid-fifties. He had gray hair with a shiny bald spot on the top. I got the impression he was active for his age. He seemed very up-to-date on conversation topics and open for discussion. The other man, Wilbur, was quite a bit older – eighty six to be exact. He wore a hat to cover up the small amount of hair he seemed to have. Wilbur didn’t appear very active but certainly active enough to catch the 7:51a bus route. So, we won’t say the man was inactive; we’ll say he had a rickety disposition about him. It was apparent his body had been through hell and back (or, he’d just lived hard every day of his life for eighty six years). Though older, he didn’t appear to be the old and crotchety hey-kids-get-off-my-lawn type of old man. Wilbur was more sentimental and appreciated his interactions with people.
Ron looked in Wilbur’s direction and began, “When my father turned eighty I asked him this question, and I wonder what your response would be.”
Wilbur looked his way with curiosity.
“What were some of the biggest things that happened that changed your life in eighty-six years?”
“Ahh, well in that case I would have the say the biggest thing that impacted me was when they landed on the moon in ’69. For the entire duration of the human race we were staring at the moon with a sense of longing, and then one day we were up there.”
I kept listening to Wilbur, and I felt fortunate to have chosen the seat I chose on the bus that day.