brief
rant by an old bag by nikki oliverio
"Sit
down!" said the woman to the little
girl, half yanking her into an outside
seat in the middle of the bus. "I
thought I could use this for you!"
"Maybe someone
else has change," the girl sweetly
suggested. She sat in the seat and her
running sneakers barely touched the
floor. Her curly dark hair was pulled
back into a pony tail and her chin peeked
out over the front of her ski jacket.
The old woman stood
in the middle aisle of the bus, her black
pinstripe pants hanging below her black
overcoat, which was cinched tightly high
above her waist.
"Does anybody
have change for a dollar or a
token!?!" the old woman said loudly,
looking around the bus, holding onto the
handle that extended from the seat to her
left, just in front of the little girl.
No one answered.
The old woman repeated herself in a
grating tone and peered from behind her
brown, tortoise glasses, surveying the
people on the bus expectantly.
A middle-aged woman
sitting behind the young girl said,
"I have a bus pass."
"I can't use a
bus pass for her!"
No one else
answered and she scanned the riders.
"I have a
silver dollar," offered a blonde
woman a few rows back.
"But I still
need fifty cents!" said the old
woman, her skin wrinkled and her black
beret sagging down over her light brown
hair.
"Does anybody
have change for two dollars or a
token!?!"
A woman across the
aisle jingled around and gathered two
dollars in change and without a word held
it up to the old woman, who was still
standing in the middle of the aisle.
The monetary
exchange was quiet except for the two
dollars in change. Then the old woman
blurted, "You are a darling person!
I hope you have a lovely rest of the
day!"
The old woman
turned around toward the driver. The
young girl started to get up and follow
her. "Sit down!" <
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