Damn People on the MTA

I know I owe you guys a entry on Hedo, but something just happen to me and I have to put that up here first. I just got off the bus about 20 minutes ago. Would have wrote this 20 minutes ago, but I had to call my mother and tell her about theseCRAZY ASS PEOPLE OF NYC!

Let me begin by telling you all that I am utterly stressed out. I'm in the process of looking for a new apt as well as a new job for the next year. I found out this morning my weekend trip was canceled and my boss messed up on my check. I guess that must of been the icing on my stress cake to make my candles blow out.

After leaving my job. I was supposed to run some errands, but found myself walking in the opposite direction of where I was supposed to be going. I continued on that path to the bus stop. Something told me I should have taken the subway home or better yet ran my errands like I had planned on doing, but I didn't listen to that little voice.

The bus opened it's door and to say it was full to capacity would be an under statement. The bus was so crowded that it couldn't close it's doors when I and another man got on. People were almost standing in front of the bus driver; which means they were in front of the "white line". The law states that the bus driver is not supposed to move if people are standing in front of the
"white line". In all honesty the bus driver should not have even stopped to pick us up because the bus was too full. I just wanted to get home and I guess the old, AA man beside me did to. Consequently we both decided to get on the bus,and bare the crowd by entering the bus through the back doors, because you could not enter through the front.

Once on the bus I saw how really crowded it was. Packed like sardines we were. I had to stand on the top step facing inward to the seats that were facing outward not forward. As people passed me to get off I had to mover further toward the seat in front of me. Here is where the problem aroused. There was a short, skinny, AA boy sitting in front of me. His ugly, skinny, AA mom was sitting beside him. The little boy could not have been any older than 6yrs. I had on a pair of black gauchos. Not sure if I spelled that right. For those who don't know gauchos are like cool locs, cool locs are big flowing shorts. The leg of the short flow like the leg of an elephant.

Anyhow my gaucho leg was touching the little boy. I don't know what he said to his mother, but she gave me a nasty look. I told her "I'm not trying to touch your son. I don't want to stand here no more than you want me here. As soon as a spot opens up I'll move". Mind you it wasn't my body touching him, but the material of my gaucho leg. Now everybody on the bus was touching if they were standing. There was no way around it. If you were standing by someone that was sitting they were going to get touched too unless they were sitting in an inside seat.

I don't know how the lady took what I said to her, but she flipped all the way out. She started yelling at me that I was crushing her sons leg. SMDH. I told her that I wasn't, but she got even louder. I started to back down, because I have always been the one to try and keep the peace. Something inside of me was like "NO,let her ass have it" and I did. I yelled at her like she was an ignorant imbecile that:"I was not crushing her sons leg. I would not ever do anything like that. I take care of children professionally for a living, so you need to stop saying I was crushing your son's leg. Look at me and look at him I'm so sure I would lean my body up against his". Her son then jumps up as if he want to hit me in defense of his mom. I guess I must of raised my voice even more because before I knew it he was balling. I loudly told the woman and the whole bus that I was not crushing her son. That my pant leg was touching him and if she thought she was going to be on this crowded bus where were all packed in here like sardine and we aren't going to touch then she is sadly mistaken and if she doesn't like it she should get off the bus and take a cab or drive her own car.

By this time the bus has come to a complete stop and everybody is watching and listening to us. Most of the people on the bus agree with me, and this is pissing the lady off. So she starts in again with telling the people I was crushing his leg. I reiterate that I watch children professionally and there is no way I would do such a thing so she needs to stop telling people that, but I will whoop her ass. The mother jumps at me like she wants to fight and the little boy tells his mother "NO Mommy". I tell her she aught to be a shame of herself for acting a fool in front of her son like that. I then tell her she is a horrible mother and I will pray for her.

She didn't say anything else to me for the rest of my ride on the bus. Other people on the bus kept asking me if I wanted to sit down. I politely told them no. I told them that "I didn't mind standing on a crowded bus. I know that when you take public transportation you take the risk of being packed next to each other. If you don't like it you take a cab or drive". Damn shame. I'm not even from NYC and know that much.