On The Bus... # 7 or The Smiling Man

As the bus pulled into the bus stop, the alighting passengers started getting off the bus.

Among the alighting passengers was an old Indian man with a walking stick. He shuffled slowly to the front door, ailed by his old bones. As the whole bus waited for him, he got down the steps one at a time.

I have seen scores of elderly people who take it that they own the whole damned bus, even when some of them can just walk as fast as you or me after they get off the bus. And some of them go by the front door on purpose, jostling with the boarding passengers.

This man, he stepped onto the kerb, and turned around to wave his thanks to the bus driver. He flashed a toothless smile as well.