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Yesterday I took a routine trip to the Union Square Market. Lucky for me the M14A bus takes me door to door, and yesterday was no exception. I found the bus waiting for me with plenty of seats, and in no time I was strolling in the market. When the time came to meet up with my MTA chauffeur, to my dismay, he kept me waiting.
When the double doors finally opened I quickly found one of the few remaining seats and by the time the bus pulled out, it was crammed with people. At the next stop the bus was packed, and the riders were getting weary, and so the curtain opens!
In our leading roles we have a man, 40-something, let's call him passenger A; and passenger B, a 30-something woman whispering sweet nothings into an i-phone.
Passenger A: "Why are you staring at me?"
Passenger B: "What are you talking about?"
After they exchanged a few unpleasantries the bus came to its next stop. Here a few other key passengers joined us: an elderly woman in a wheel chair covered in bandages, and a middle-aged nun bearing an oversized cross on her chest. At this point our protagonists had gained volume and passenger A assured passenger B, that were he a lesser man, he'd have a word or two for her. In no time he became a lesser man. Profanities and obscenities of every shape, size, and color spilled from his mouth as if the dam had been broken. The nun protested and shielded her holy ears with her hands and shouted as if in pain, "Those words, please don't!".
Our driver yelled a swift "Shut up back there" to calm the crowd, which went almost entirely ignored. The man to my right yelled back, "You idiot, why do you keep on picking up wheel chairs and more riders?" In response the bus stopped again to let more riders on than off. As the bus started to fill up rivalries and alliances quickly formed. The woman sitting behind me gave me her allegiance with a whisper, "Do you believe this?" My next interaction was with a feeble old man whom I had offered my seat to.
In our leading roles we have a man, 40-something, let's call him passenger A; and passenger B, a 30-something woman whispering sweet nothings into an i-phone.
Passenger A: "Why are you staring at me?"
Passenger B: "What are you talking about?"
After they exchanged a few unpleasantries the bus came to its next stop. Here a few other key passengers joined us: an elderly woman in a wheel chair covered in bandages, and a middle-aged nun bearing an oversized cross on her chest. At this point our protagonists had gained volume and passenger A assured passenger B, that were he a lesser man, he'd have a word or two for her. In no time he became a lesser man. Profanities and obscenities of every shape, size, and color spilled from his mouth as if the dam had been broken. The nun protested and shielded her holy ears with her hands and shouted as if in pain, "Those words, please don't!".
Our driver yelled a swift "Shut up back there" to calm the crowd, which went almost entirely ignored. The man to my right yelled back, "You idiot, why do you keep on picking up wheel chairs and more riders?" In response the bus stopped again to let more riders on than off. As the bus started to fill up rivalries and alliances quickly formed. The woman sitting behind me gave me her allegiance with a whisper, "Do you believe this?" My next interaction was with a feeble old man whom I had offered my seat to.
"If you get up, where are you going to put all those bags?"
Having done my duty, I politely smiled and looked away. So he added, "What the Hell are you going to do with all those vegetables?" and so now I was surrounded by both allies and enemies. A silent V'affanculo chilled my nerves and I managed to fake a big smile.
Having done my duty, I politely smiled and looked away. So he added, "What the Hell are you going to do with all those vegetables?" and so now I was surrounded by both allies and enemies. A silent V'affanculo chilled my nerves and I managed to fake a big smile.
Finally, it was my turn to get off. As the bus doors closed behind me, I looked down at the many bags in my hands, and thought, "What the hell am I going to do with all these vegetables?"
