I just got this email from my friend, Ronnie in response to my last blog post.
“I was on a crosstown bus last week (before the storm). When I got to the bus there were a bunch of people waiting to get on.
A small older man in his seventies dyed brown hair, dressed well, carrying two bags from the supermarket was arguing with the bus driver to take his dollars. After 5 good minutes of making everyone wait, the bus driver let him on without paying.
He took a single seat. I forgot to say that I was thinking of giving him coins when we were on line but the driver gave him the free ride first.
Anyway, I sat right behind him. I had my legs crossed and my crossed leg was facing him, not at all on him, at least a foot from him.
After a few stops he turned around to me and started screaming at me loudly “Get that food away from me. they let trash on this bus” I didn’t answer him.
Then I leaned over and asked him to take his bags out of the aisle since someone could fall on them.
He ignored me. I had to change my seat. I was boiling.
When I got up to leave I kicked his bags hard with my shoe and pushed them down the aisle.
Now isn’t that a good response?”
I never loved Ronnie more.