I just got home from campus, and in between was one of the more appalling rides I’ve taken on the Orbit, Tempe’s free local shuttle service.
I boarded the shuttle, and proceeded directly to the back to sit in one of the forward facing seats, since they are easier on the back and neck (today is a recovery day, for goodness sakes). The woman sitting next to me is hunched against the wall of the bus, talking quietly on her cell phone to a friend.
Woman (to friend): “So I brushed against this guy’s foot as I got on the bus, and he called me a bitch.”
I returned my attention to my own thoughts, figuring that the conversation would go no further. Soon, however, I realized that the person serving as the object of the conversation was still on the bus, sitting just ahead and to my left, facing myself and the woman. Once he picked up on the fact that she was talking on the phone to her friend about him, he piped in…
Guy (angrily, to woman): “You don’t know me. You don’t have any right to touch me!”
Woman (to guy): “I said I was sorry.”
Guy (still angry, to woman): “You need to learn how to act in public, ma’am.”
Woman (to friend): “I’m gonna have to let you go. I’ll call you later.”
She got rather upset at this point, on the verge of tears. She began apologizing profusely to the guy, and telling him that he had his feet out in the aisle, etc. She also insisted that she knows how to act in public, and that he was being rude.
At some point during her tears, the guy piped in again…
Guy (coldly, to woman): “You’re not gonna forget this one, are you?”
I wholeheartedly agree with the woman concerning the guy’s rudeness. Even if you take issue with someone accidentally bumping into you — especially when you’re slouching and blocking a large portion of the walkway through the bus — that’s no reason to call that person derogatory and/or hurtful things.
So, the time came for me to get off the shuttle. I made a point to place my backpack down on the floor in front of my legs (from its previous perch on my lap) without actually touching the guy’s legs, but coming as close as possible. The bus came to a stop, and I just looked him in the eye as I stood up, shooting daggers of shame into his brain. Without a word, he quickly moved his feet out of the way to clear the path for me.
I exited the bus, thanking the driver as I stepped onto the curb.
I can only hope that the right person learned from his mistake today.
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