The clientele on buses has changed significantly over the years.
Respect and manners seem to be disappearing… in fact, they might already be a thing of the past.
Last week on the bus, I encountered a crabby, irritable woman whose face truly mirrored a personality dedicated to embracing misery. She approached me and spoke in such an awfully rude way that I found myself responding, “You know, it’s moments like these that make me wish you were a man.”
“Why would you say that?” she retorted.
“Because I made a promise to my Mother to never hit a woman,” I answered. (I think I’ve avoided the need for informal counseling, just barely).
by Jim Aborwhear
