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I am waiting at the bus stop
sitting in the circle of light beneath the lamppost
writing on my phone
I'm deeply locked in a thought
about why I never untuck my shirt until I'm home
when the bus flies by
there's a moment of disbelief as I sit up on the bench
a moment of doubt as I check the bus stop sign above me
and a moment of anger as I see the bus disappearing
luckily a red light stands up for me
and with a few quick steps I'm at the glass bus door
I tap and get a glance
I tap the door opens
did you not see me? I was sitting right there. At the bus stop.
yeah, looking at your phone, not paying attention.
so he did see me.
I wanted to remind him that there was no rule
stating that one must be alert at the bus stop
in order to garner the bus's services
well, I made it anyways. Didn't I.
It wasn't much of a response
but I saw the throne he sat on
and the hill I'd be walking up in the background
annoyed and in need, I got on the bus
spending the rest of the ride
trying to decide who was the worse human being
maybe people in suits sit on bus benches
with no intentions of traveling home
maybe he had driven this bus all day
and was heading home himself
so just to be sure
I thanked him as I got off
and when I arrived at my door
thinking about the confusion that follows anger
I untucked my shirt