He had a hand held video game, but I felt for her, because he was a handful and couldn’t sit still. She told him the bus was coming. I saw it was the Wilmot bus which turns on Wilmot and heads North. I said this quietly to her and she put her index finger to her lips. I understood.
Her son was kept occupied when another young man his age sat with him and they concentrated on the video game. The Harrison bus came, we got on and the woman’s son became immediately frightened. They were sitting by the rear door opposite this woman with a cute black door sitting on her lap. The dog was obviously well groomed and cared for. The young man was terrified of the dog.
“Ma’am, would you like to switch seats?” She thanked me profusely, all the way to Kolb, the next major street East, where they left the bus through the front door.
Realistically, my good deed had a rational side. I was afraid the young man would do some scaring the dog, the dog’s owner would lash out at the kid and there would be mayhem. The driver couldn’t start the bus up immediately.
Good deeds are paid forward though. A young lady chipped in to pay today’s Arizona Daily Star when she was short cash. You need to not expect it.
- ‘Speak English or die’ (smh.com.au)