Sunday, September 05, 2004
Buses and Band-Aids
I took the 28 out to the mall today. Not the wisest use of time as the Sunday schedule is rather limited, but I needed to buy new work clothes and the mall has the largest concentration of stores selling such items. What can you do?
On the way out of the mall I stopped and bought a bottle of water, parched as I was from a couple hours of fruitless searching for a new suit. As I left the mall I saw a 6U in the process of boarding. Serendipity! Quickening my step, I headed toward the bus. Unfortunately I caught the edge of my shoe on the crack between squares of sidewalk. My left ankle faltered and down I went. I landed not only on my right knee and elbow, but also on the bottle of water in my left hand. As the water skidded under my weight across the rough pavement, the bottle tore open a hole and spurted out all over the sidewalk.
I got up, limped back to the entrance to toss the remnants of my beverage into the garbage and then hobbled my way to the bus. I managed to keep from crying until I was actually on the bus. The entire 45 minute ride home was spent with tissue in hand, alternately dabbing at my bleeding knee and elbow and the tears in my eyes.
At no time did any of the dozen or so people sitting at the bus stop (watching me wipe out) nor the 20 or so people on the bus offer help, or even ask if I was okay.
Bastards.
On the way out of the mall I stopped and bought a bottle of water, parched as I was from a couple hours of fruitless searching for a new suit. As I left the mall I saw a 6U in the process of boarding. Serendipity! Quickening my step, I headed toward the bus. Unfortunately I caught the edge of my shoe on the crack between squares of sidewalk. My left ankle faltered and down I went. I landed not only on my right knee and elbow, but also on the bottle of water in my left hand. As the water skidded under my weight across the rough pavement, the bottle tore open a hole and spurted out all over the sidewalk.
I got up, limped back to the entrance to toss the remnants of my beverage into the garbage and then hobbled my way to the bus. I managed to keep from crying until I was actually on the bus. The entire 45 minute ride home was spent with tissue in hand, alternately dabbing at my bleeding knee and elbow and the tears in my eyes.
At no time did any of the dozen or so people sitting at the bus stop (watching me wipe out) nor the 20 or so people on the bus offer help, or even ask if I was okay.
Bastards.
// posted by Shelby Gelato @ 10:41 PM 
