The Incident At The Bus Station
"But I couldn't see
That the joke was on me"
- I Started A Joke, by The Bee Gees
That the joke was on me"
- I Started A Joke, by The Bee Gees
So there I was, at the bus station, waiting for friends to
arrive so we could go downtown and visit with women in prostitution as we did
about twice a month. At the bus station there are two roads where the buses
run, and a platform in the center where people change buses. I was sitting on
the platform, watching for my friends, when I saw a blind man crossing the road
towards the platform. He walked carefully, his cane moving back and forth in
front of him. An elderly gentleman was crossing at the same time. He wore an
old but neat brown suit and had a frailness to him. He and the blind man walked
parallel to each other, each heading towards the platform, when the elderly
gentleman nearly tripped. Instinctively he reached out and grasped the arm of
the blind man, steadying himself.
The blind man flipped out.
He raised his cane and struck at the gentleman, hitting him
across his shoulders and head. The two men crumpled to the ground. I jumped to
my feet and rushed to the edge of the platform, along with several others who
saw the surprising scene. A police officer and a couple of other men reached
the two men on the ground just as a bus drove along the road between myself and
them. When the bus rumbled past, the police officer was holding onto the arm of
the blind man. His cane was bent. The gentleman was walking away with a look of
pure confusion and bewilderment. Someone rushed towards him, handing him his
thin wire glasses, which had been knocked to the ground. The blind man gestured
wildly, speaking to the police officer. Though I couldn’t hear what he said, it
seemed clear what had happened:
The blind man felt a hand grab hold of him and made the snap
judgement that he was being robbed, so he reacted with self-defense. Likely, he
had been robbed before, taken as an easy target, so he resolved not to let it
happen again without a fight.
The men went their separate ways. The spectators standing
near me went back to waiting for their buses, murmuring. It was such a strange and
violent scene, unfolding in a moment of misunderstanding.
Eventually, my friends arrived and we boarded a bus to go
downtown. I keep thinking about those two men. It would be so interesting to
know what went through their minds during and after the incident. How they told
the story to others. I would be so curious to hear it from their perspectives.
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