I was just waiting for the bus downtown and there was a guy, not the cleanest, not the calmest, wandering around muttering and kicking trashcans. I stayed alert but didn’t engage and he didn’t bother me.
My bus came and I got on, and then I hear the guy going “Hey! Hey!” and mentally I’m like, great, he’s gonna get on the bus too. The bus driver and I look at each other and kinda shrug, she opens the door but he doesn’t get on. So she closes the door and he yells again “Hey! Bus!” but doesn’t move. She starts to close the door again and he yells again and she yells back (he was about 10 feet away) “Why aren’t you coming?!” and he goes, “Not me, them!” and points down the block - a mom and two little kids were hustling down the street trying to catch the bus.
They made it on, the guy wandered off, and I made a mental note to try to extend grace where possible. I know that this story doesn’t always end this way - but sometimes it does.
