|Shuttle bus of horrors|
Of course he (the tall, male student) had every right to be sitting in that seat, but I somehow found it difficult to forgive this stranger who was watching me struggle like a child reaching for a lollipop some bully was waving high above his head.
|Go-go gadget arms! (See Inspector Gadget)|
In any other circumstance, I would be traveling with hubby- which then would greatly rectify the bus issue. I would naturally use hubby as my support device, an anchor, an immovable pillar of fortitude. If ever a sudden bump on the road would throw me off balance, I would rely on hubby to promptly, and swiftly rescue me. He would also use his body to shield me from the masses, or guide me quickly to an open seat.
So by being on this shuttle, by being abused and mocked indirectly for being 5'2", I gained precious insight into how valuable hubby is in my life. Thank you, hubby, for being my hero on the buses and trains of my life.