Having hopped on the bus after wandering around Beaverton (the area that I live in outside of Portlandia), I got to watch this wonderful display of humanity brought to you by the Portland area MAX public transit.
One of the passengers was a man in leg braces on crutches, so he obviously was extremely slow to exit the bus at his stop, which happened to be a light rail station. An individual who was obviously just coming from the airport (I could see the airline tags on his suitcase) tried to bull his way on and actually tried to force the handicapped man out of his way, whereupon the drive told him quite forcefully to get off the bus and wait his turn.
Several minutes later, the handicapped man is able to make his way off while Mister Important is quite loudly complaining the entire time about how slow he is and needs to hurry up (This is after he had to be told - again - to make room so that the man can exit the bus)
So, the bus raises to the correct height after having lowered for easier exiting, Mister Important tries to enter and the driver tells him "Since you can't be bothered with common courtesy I don't want you on my bus. Get off"
In true SC fashion, MI enters the bus, plops down in the section nearest the doors and proclaims loudly "This is a free country, I can go where I want, and you can't make me leave!"
The driver, sticking to his guns, turns the engine off, turns around in the chair and tells him "This bus doesn't move until you leave."
Copy and paste a couple of times, I'm tired, I'm hungry and getting more than a little cranky, so I yell up to the front "Hey, asshole! the driver can and does choose who rides, so get off the bus and let the rest of us go home!"
Ah yes, there's that familiar deer in the headlights look. "What? He can? Oh..."
Finally got off, his ass is left in the dust and the drives drops this gem:
"Sorry about that folks, but he actually tries to push the handicapped fellow down in his hurry to get by him, I didn't want him anywhere near my bus"
General applause, we go home.
One of the passengers was a man in leg braces on crutches, so he obviously was extremely slow to exit the bus at his stop, which happened to be a light rail station. An individual who was obviously just coming from the airport (I could see the airline tags on his suitcase) tried to bull his way on and actually tried to force the handicapped man out of his way, whereupon the drive told him quite forcefully to get off the bus and wait his turn.
Several minutes later, the handicapped man is able to make his way off while Mister Important is quite loudly complaining the entire time about how slow he is and needs to hurry up (This is after he had to be told - again - to make room so that the man can exit the bus)
So, the bus raises to the correct height after having lowered for easier exiting, Mister Important tries to enter and the driver tells him "Since you can't be bothered with common courtesy I don't want you on my bus. Get off"
In true SC fashion, MI enters the bus, plops down in the section nearest the doors and proclaims loudly "This is a free country, I can go where I want, and you can't make me leave!"
The driver, sticking to his guns, turns the engine off, turns around in the chair and tells him "This bus doesn't move until you leave."
Copy and paste a couple of times, I'm tired, I'm hungry and getting more than a little cranky, so I yell up to the front "Hey, asshole! the driver can and does choose who rides, so get off the bus and let the rest of us go home!"
Ah yes, there's that familiar deer in the headlights look. "What? He can? Oh..."
Finally got off, his ass is left in the dust and the drives drops this gem:
"Sorry about that folks, but he actually tries to push the handicapped fellow down in his hurry to get by him, I didn't want him anywhere near my bus"
General applause, we go home.


He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
and Redman
for giving this jerk the heave ho.

I weep for humanity...
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