Bus Report #732

The 22 arrived, just barely missing getting hit by a couple dudes in a bright red sports car.
The driver opened the door and shook his head as I stepped up into the bus.
"You see those guys? We could've had an accident," he said. "They should have waited for me to pass."
"Guess they didn't get the memo," I replied, and made my way back to a seat near the rear door.

The bus filled up and when we got to Bryant the driver asked everyone to move out of the way for a wheelchair passenger.
The woman got on the bus, scooting her chair backwards with her heels, hollering, "Move! Move your feet! Watch your feet!"
Suddenly, a little girl in the front of the bus started shrieking and crying. The woman in the wheelchair said, "Well, I SAID everyone needs to move their feet. Why is she crying? Can't she understand directions?"
Someone piped up, "She's hurt, and she wants her mommy."
The woman in the wheelchair replied, "Well, her mommy should have told her, in whatever language they speak, to move her damn feet."
The woman in the wheelchair continued to badmouth the kid, her mother, other people on the bus, and 'The Man', until we got to Mission and she got out.
I don't know what happened to the kid.