# 4 – Downtown/Medical Center
Status: 6 minutes late
An older man in a backwards baseball cap boarded at Oak Street and sat in the row of 3 seats. The driver, who already had already put the ramp down, told him he had to sit somewhere else. He moved across the aisle and sat down in those seats. How about here, ma’am? Can I sit here, ma’am? he asked a few times. I don’t care where. You just can’t sit here because there’s a wheelchair, the driver answered (approximately). The wheelchair boarded and the driver secured the seat. As she returned to the driver’s seat, the baseball-cap man stage whispered across the aisle, Mad at the world.
Just after Breckenridge, the man stood near the front of the bus. Ma’am, I need to get off at York Street. Seriously? Just pull the cord. Another passenger did pull the cord. As the baseball-cap man exited the bus, he said, Thank you, ma’am. Ma’am, thank you. Then he said it two more times from the the sidewalk. The driver responded quietly with something along the lines of, Oh, Jesus.
Who knew “manners” could be so obnoxious sometimes?