On A Bus

Jan 23rd, 2024 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

78-year-old Frieda tried to maintain balance while holding her bags. No one offered to exchange places, never mind looked up from a cell phone.

“People used to give an old person a seat,” said Frieda out loud.

A seat? The young driver had seen nothing like that in his experience. “Sit here for a minute,” he offered.

* * * * *

A few blocks after Frieda had driven erratically, a policeman signaled the bus over.

“Enough,” he demanded, tired of her playing on the sympathy of young drivers to gratify her bus-driving-desires. Enough with the previous warnings. He never trusted little old ladies anyway.

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