Now, if you're about to click out of this page because you saw the word "sad," remember that your visit has already been recorded in my stats, which is mainly what I care about. So you might as well stick around and read it.
One of the things I enjoy about the bus is that it gives me an opportunity to be a good neighbor. I'm not always in the mood to be, but I at least get to practice my good-neighboring skills. Unfortunately, not everyone feels the same way.
On the day in question, I was placidly riding the 21. I like the 21. It's one of my favorite routes. I would compare it to a route in Utah County that I like, but none of the routes in Utah County are like the 21, and even if there were, none of you would get the comparison, so I won't even try. But I like the 21.
An elderly woman in a motorized wheelchair got on a few blocks after I did. She had a little trouble maneuvering into the wheelchair spot (which is, if you haven't heard, usually on the right side, at the front of the bus). Apparently the basket on the back of her wheelchair ran into a woman who was sitting in the seat on the left side, who said
This was my first indication as to her character.
See, most people, when being run into by an elderly woman's wheelchair, would probably not shout at her, I think. I hope. They could say something like "Oh, watch out there!" or "Let me get out of your way first," all of which could be said in a normal tone of voice.
She actually stood up, clambered up onto the seat, then said, in a sarcastic tone of voice, "Be my guest." She remained standing on the seat, holding onto the overhead bar, until
Really? Lady, do you eat cockroaches for breakfast or something?
The elderly woman having at last situated herself, westward travel down 2100 South continued. Everything was calm.
But she just couldn't let it go. "You shouldn't have that basket on the back of your wheelchair." Honey, nobody asked you to say that. Who are you to tell someone who can't walk how they can and can't carry their stuff? If you haven't noticed, I was somewhat incensed by her rudeness. I thought about saying something on the order of, "Ma'am, just let it go." But I was sitting all the way in the back (which is an indication of how loud she was talking), and I didn't want to shout at her, as a full-on shouting match might have ensued. I held my tongue.
A rather snappish conversation ensued, but I must say the woman in the wheelchair was much more polite about it than her opponent. She said things like, "Well, you can always sit somewhere else if you don't want it to be a problem." I mean, there's a sticker at the front of the bus that says