Walking Home, With a Grin
"Hey, come on in," I said.
"You leavin' now?"
"Can you hang on one second? My moms is goin' to the bathroom on the side of the bus."
"Hold up. What? Where?!"
"Don't look! Don't look!"
"Dude, I gotta roll. I'm gonna roll out."
"She's almost done! What time you s'posta leave?"
"Shoulda been a minute ago already."
"Okay. Okay. Well can you hang on just one second, she almost finished–"
"Better be number one not number two!"
"Ay yo Moms! He's leavin', we gotta go! Step up!"
At this point, sitting here at the Rainer Beach layover just before 1am, I opened all the doors. She stepped on through the middle door, looking sweaty, flushed, and very relieved. "Thank you so much, mister bus driver," she breathed, and they settled in on the otherwise empty bus as I reflected. He, a working-class fellow of indeterminate race just approaching middle age, and myself had both appealed to the good we each assumed the other had in order to get what we wanted. He didn't try to strong-arm me into a decision, but with his tone cajoled my better angels, asking me to consider them as fellow humans like myself. We all have to go to the bathroom. My 'number two' comment was said in a laughing voice, letting him know I felt the same, reminding him of my own priorities without disregarding his. Tone means everything. There are many ways to recite the above exchange, and we did it genially, with no sharpness or raised voices.
"Thank you," he said now, and she echoed the sentiment. To her he added, "he did more than I would expect."
"Yeah. He's one of the nice ones. 'Member that time they was fighting, all a them over there? He let me ride to get away from them. He a good dude."
"He do more than ah would expect."
"I do what I can," I exclaimed. "I try!"
"Naw, you're good," she replied. "You know– hol' up, I'm a come sit up here fo' a second."
"Oh yeah," I said.
"You let people ride when they down and out, in between checks."
"'Cause sometimes you gotta know, people be about to get they check, or they're gettin' they bills paid, and it's all they can do to go up and refill the Orca card!"
"They're makin' the effort,"
"Yeah, they're makin' the effort all over they lives, payin' rent, waitin' for the next check to fill up they card. I'm tryna take the bus uptown to go fill up my Orca card, and some bus driver she say, NO! You can't do that! Like that. They won't even let you go do that! How I'm s'possed to make my way!"
"Well, I try to make up for those guys,"
"It ain't right. They jus' don't know what it's like."
"Oh I do know though, 'cause I ride the bus all the time, and I see that! I know that feeling!"
"You're a good dude," called out the man, as they both stood to leave. "Thank you so–"
"You guys are great!" They were on the sidewalk now, but we continued talking. No one was around. God bless you, she was saying.
"Dude." I leaned toward them. "It's people like you bein' nice, is how I love this job. I love this job 'cause of people like yourselves, all of us treating each other–"
She said, "we love you, man! You make people's lives better every day, don't even know!"
He said, "Check this out. She's a mom, a dad, and she works at the cleaner's,"
"That's three jobs right there!" I quipped. She grinned in rueful knowingness.
"So what if she's short one dollar? She doin' alla that, and she short two dollars?"
"Exactly. That's it. You said it."
They walked away together still talking, kicking pebbles on the curb, almost home. I watched them get smaller in my mirror. I don't think they thought they'd feel as loved, as embraced by their community, from that short bus ride, as much as they were now.
3/28/2016 07:16:14 pm
Thank you for being so compassionate and understanding, Nathan. There are a lot of people who are trying to do their best especially when they encounter barriers. We're all trying our ways.
3/30/2016 11:00:24 am
And to you as well! It's interesting in how it becomes easier, but never truly easy; there are always new and unpredictable situations which require new effort, new understanding.
3/30/2016 12:46:15 pm
So very true. I think empathy is the key.
5/11/2016 03:48:14 pm
It makes the world– or any place where more than person lives– go 'round!
5/9/2016 09:48:49 pm
Walking the line, giving people the benefit of the doubt, bending the rules to the circumstances. Kindness wins.
5/11/2016 03:49:56 pm
Agreed! This is something I remind myself of when giving teenagers free rides when they ask for one: what do I want to teach them here? They'll learn about following rules elsewhere. Isn't it a bigger thing to offer the idea of kindness, of equal judgment and acceptance?
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