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Turning a blind eye

So, I was waiting for the bus at Uptown Transit today when this blind guy was trying to get on a bus to ask which one it was. He heard it approach, and the bus lane is for buses to stop only, but traffic on Hennepin was bad and people are jerks and were using the bus stop lane as a driving lane. He kept trying to get on the non-existent bus and the people next to him were ignoring him, and so I decided to approach him.

“Excuse me, sir,” I said, “may I be of assistance?”

“Yeah, what bus is this?”

“The 6, sir.”

“Oh, thanks. I’m waiting for the 17.”

“Same here; it is running late.”

“Thank you.” He found his way away from the curb and waited for the bus. Eventually, the bus that we needed showed up, but due to the traffic in its lane, it had to stop further back and let people off and on from there. Again the guy was trying to get on from where he was, 2 meters away from the door.

“Excuse me, sir,” I said, “but the 17 is trying to pull up. The traffic made it stop further back.”

“Oh, thanks,” he said, attempting to grab my arm. “Will you help me on, please?”

“Certainly, sir.” I helped him on the bus, and then helped him find a seat. No one was making space for him to sit, even though there were empty seats, and so I made a space for him. “There you are sir.”

“Thank you for helping me,” he said.

“Always a pleasure. Do take care.” And off I go towards the back of the bus to try to find a seat for me and my stuff. I should point out that I was carrying a very full backpack as well as another equally full bag of groceries and some miscellaneous items. Despite there being open seats, no one was willing to make space for me either, and so I decided to just stand. A young lad, couldn’t have been much older than 17, was carrying the same amount of stuff and already had a seat. He was kind enough to make a little tower out of his stuff on his legs so that I could sit next to him and do the same.

Eventually, enough people cleared off the bus so that I could have my own seat for all of my stuff and the other guy could have space for all of his stuff. Being heavy-laden on a bus really sucks, but we all must do what we must do. Anyway, we get to the bus stop for the gentleman who was blind. He gets off of the bus, but then cannot find the sidewalk due to all of the snow in his path. The people towards the front of the bus ignore him, and so I get up, tell the driver to wait for me, and help him again. “Excuse me, sir,” I said, “but the sidewalk is this way. May I be of assistance again?”

“Oh, yes, thank you,” he smiled. “I want to head east on Minnetonka Boulevard.”

“Excellent, sir. We’re now on the sidewalk, and you are now facing east,” I said once we were on the sidewalk.

“Thank you again.”

“A pleasure, sir. Take care.” I get back on the bus and resist giving my fellow passengers sour looks for not being willing to help a fellow person, especially the ones sitting in front next to the doors. Oi.

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