The woman took two passenger seats on the bus at once, and when a young guy decided to sit in the empty seat, he made a real scandal 😲😥
Suburb. Morning. District center.
The bus is full to capacity. The air is like a steam room, there is no space at all.
I got on at the stop near the old store and noticed one free one by the window. On the next seat sits a woman of about fifty, plump, lipstick, a large plastic bag on her lap. And next to it – empty.
I leaned over and asked politely:
– Excuse me, is this place free?
The woman grimaced as if I had offered to sell her soul:
– Busy!
-Who’s sitting here?
She waved her hand as if shooing away a fly:
– None of your business. I want to put my bag here!
People started looking at each other, and I stood there in shock. What right does she have?
I sat down. Silently. Carefully. Didn’t push, didn’t touch. Just took the empty seat.
And then it all started.
– What are you doing, you ill-mannered boor?! I told you, this place is occupied!
– There is no one sitting here, there are no things either. You can’t see, there is not even room to stand on the bus – I say calmly.
– I don’t want you to sit next to me! I paid for the ticket, I have the RIGHT!
-Are you sure? Did you pay for two tickets?
She hesitated. For a second. And then, in a loud voice, for the whole salon to hear:
– It’s none of your business! Go away, idiot!
Somewhere behind the voice:
– Woman, have some conscience…
“Don’t interfere!” she cried. “I want to sit alone.”
But then something very unexpected happened, after which the woman simply stood up and got off at the wrong stop.Â
The conductor approached. Confidently, with the air of a person who had already aired dirty laundry in public more than once.
– What’s happening?
The woman started to cry out:
– He sat down! I asked him not to sit down! It’s hard for me! I’m alone the whole way!
The conductor strictly:
— Show me your ticket.
– Why?
– Because if you have one, there is only one place. With us, people stand in the aisle.
The woman started rummaging through her bag and pulled out a ticket. One. Standard.
“No complaints,” said the conductor. “A man can sit. If you want to go alone, pay for the second course or get out. Taxi is your right.”
“I’m going to complain!” the woman screamed.
– Complain. But for now, let’s follow the rules.
The salon came to life:
– That’s right!
– Enough of this!
– Respect should be mutual!
The grandfather chuckled from the back seat:
— She doesn’t have pressure, but pressure on her nerves.
The woman jumped up, clutching the bag to her chest like a bulletproof vest, and stood demonstratively in the aisle. She looked out the window, breathing heavily. The seat was free.
I didn’t change seats. I just drove. Trees and poles flashed past the window. People relaxed. Some dosed, some whispered.
And I thought: it’s strange after all – so much space around, but still little respect.
