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plumtreeblossom) wrote2007-07-12 12:55 pm
plumtreeblossom) wrote2007-07-12 12:55 pm
The Seat of Judgement Is On The Bus
I took a seat near the back of the bus, but right away I caught wind of a horrible stench.
After 60 or so seconds I couldn't take it anymore, so I moved to the fresher front end of the bus. But I glanced back, speculating over who the culprit might be. From face to face, I searched for signs of guilt, or shame, or even smug self-satisfaction. I was worried that the girl I'd been sitting next to thought I blamed her, which I didn't (for the completely illogical reason that she was pretty).
Then the source passed by me. A toddler with cargo in his dipe. His mom was hustling him off the bus. I hadn't even noticed him back there. Somehow this solution to the mystery made everything feel more okay.
But then I had to silently apologize in my mind to all the innocent adult suspects I'd considered as possible perpetrators.
After 60 or so seconds I couldn't take it anymore, so I moved to the fresher front end of the bus. But I glanced back, speculating over who the culprit might be. From face to face, I searched for signs of guilt, or shame, or even smug self-satisfaction. I was worried that the girl I'd been sitting next to thought I blamed her, which I didn't (for the completely illogical reason that she was pretty).
Then the source passed by me. A toddler with cargo in his dipe. His mom was hustling him off the bus. I hadn't even noticed him back there. Somehow this solution to the mystery made everything feel more okay.
But then I had to silently apologize in my mind to all the innocent adult suspects I'd considered as possible perpetrators.