The old naughty lady in the bus 72

Aujourd'hui, comme tous les jours de la semaine, je prend le bus pour rentrer chez moi après le travail. Ici il faut faire la queue pour entrer dans le bus, c'est très pratique et évite beaucoup de désagrémént. Il y avait cette vieille femme - pourquoi lorsque l'ont dit "vieille grandmère" cela sonne plus attendrissant que "vieille femme"? - et elle avait beaucoup de mal à monter dans le bus avec son déambulteur, monter la marche pour entrer lui a pris au moins 5 minutes, et ensuite environ 15 secondes par pas; elle était aidée de 2 ou 3 personnes. Elle était vieille, correctement habillée, enfin comme le sont les vieilles personnes qui s'habillent de manière fonctionelle et non esthétique, et ne sentait pas la maison de retraite ou le vieil appartement mal aéré. Bouh le cliché sur les vieux! un bébé à une odeur forte, les vieux aussi, moins charmant. Au premier arret un homme monte et bouscule son déambulateur qui apparement appuie sur la main de mémé - et là tout de suite elle perd de son prestige de "vieille femme" - sur la main de la grand mère. "AAAAOOOUUCH!! you stupid man you hurt me!" "oh I'm so sorry ma'am that was awkward, I'm terribly sorry, can I do something?" "No you stupid stupid man (she yelled), you twisted my wrist, my poor wrist, you stupid" "what? I said I was sorry" "you stupid sorry, my hand!" "ok, you don't need to be mean, I apoligised ma'am". The lady had this strong voice of cruella, moaning, groaning. You could tell she no longer knew how to speak nicely, as if to counterbalance the fact that her body escaped her, she at least controled her words; and to prove herself she has that in control she couldn't be anything but an angry person, so that she can feel she exists. The man who said sorry was first stuned that his apologies were not taken, then he realised there was nothing to gain in beging pardon or anything else, so he sat at the back, surprised and a littled amused. at first we all felt embarrassed for her and sorry for him, or maybe the other way around; but then it slowly became funny and no one was realy sure whether it was appropriate to smile or not; we finally did as the bus driver burst into laugh, hiding from being seen. "Why is he laughing at me? does he think it's the hell funny" groamins groamings groamings; then we allowed ourselves to be amused and started murmuring "she can't be serious" "she's over reacting and mean". The interesting part is that she wasn't crazy at all, she really acted like a very sane old lady. Then she pushed the button the get off and asked who could help her stand and walk; no one dared offer to help! hesitating between fear to be jerked at and to laugh, it was a real weird moment: how can you not help an handicaped... so she stared at a man of my age (quite good looking by the way!) and "a strong man to help supporting me, like you" so "yes" he said after a long hesitation of despair, he finally had no choice. He stood up and reach his hand. "no, push my back to help me stand and get off this stupid bus", discreet laughs and expressions of "this can't be happening!". He then helped, it took ages to help her out, the bus driver was at the stage where he couldn't help but wipping his laugh tears. Then for whatever reason (I didn't see it) the young good looking guy wasn't helping her anymore, "who is going to help me walk the stair down?" then the offenced guy stood up "don't worry I'll help you", her body being half bowed from the weight of age she didn't see who it was at first, when she did "not this stupid bloke again!" "oh no not this stupid stupid", "it's ok ma'am I help". Then she get off and we laughed louder, she stared at all of us from the window, the bus door was still open "what are they laughing at now? Is this funny" and again we felt sorry but amused. The bus went off, through the window we all saw her stare, as if she magneted us with fury, sending negative charms. This look is still pretty live in my mind, and I felt again the ambivalent sentiment of amusement and sorryness. No guilt! she was way too mean to deserve this! The bus coach then became a chatting salon, it was such an unrreal situation that it created a real need to talk about it. I then got myself off at the next station.

I love weird old people!