Second from the door on bus no. 503; that’s my address. And as for my name, they call me the 'Handicap Seat'. Not that I am in any way less efficient than my counterparts, but because they choose to call me so.
It has been years since I came to live here and ever since, am trying my best to cope up with the environment around. From 7 in the morning to 10 at night, I am constantly on the move.
As my name goes, Handicap Seat, I am primarily here to serve the handicap but not many travel by bus. So, it’s generally other people who enjoy the luxury. Women generally are the ones who come to me, I guess because the seats behind me are all Ladies Seats. But during rush hours you must see the amount of people who flock around me. After all, I happily welcome everyone!
To describe you a typical day at work, it generally starts in a low, lazy pace. Less people on the move and so less pressure on me too. But once the office hours start, there is heavy rush!
Just the other day, there was a huge fight in the morning. There were impossible number of people packed inside the bus and almost four leaning on me, apart from the two fat ladies sitting gracefully on top! It so happened that the fat lady sitting in the corner got pushed a little by the man standing near me. She made a huge ruckus that the man was misbehaving with her! Of course such incidents often happen on the bus but this time, I am the witness, the man was innocent! The bus was at great speed and suddenly when it used its brakes, the man lost balance. Had there been someone thinner I’m sure it wouldn’t have been the case but this woman; she was already half way out of the seat!
Oh! I got so engrossed in the man’s agony that I forgot to describe my own! Did I tell you the amount of pressure I felt on myself because of their weight! But still, they were better than the boisterous people that I sometimes have to face. They run to get on the bus and sit on me with a bang! No wonder I’ve started creaking!
For some people I have become a lover’s wall where they proclaim their love and some treat me as a free marketing site where they write their mobile numbers for anonymous people to call. And then there are the destructive ones who scratch my cover, cut it with blade and stuff the tickets inside.
My life is hectic but I feel it’s worth it! Every time a tired person sits on my seat, it gives me satisfaction that I have helped someone. After a long wait in the scorching sun, when someone gets on the bus and finds me empty, there is a relief on his face and the exhaustion seems to vanish as he sits on my seat.
And above all, it is so rewarding when people, no matter how tired they are, get up from my seat and let a physically challenged person sit. You have seen it too isn’t it and still you feel humanity no longer exists!? I am lucky. I feel it almost every other day!
It has been years since I came to live here and ever since, am trying my best to cope up with the environment around. From 7 in the morning to 10 at night, I am constantly on the move.
As my name goes, Handicap Seat, I am primarily here to serve the handicap but not many travel by bus. So, it’s generally other people who enjoy the luxury. Women generally are the ones who come to me, I guess because the seats behind me are all Ladies Seats. But during rush hours you must see the amount of people who flock around me. After all, I happily welcome everyone!
To describe you a typical day at work, it generally starts in a low, lazy pace. Less people on the move and so less pressure on me too. But once the office hours start, there is heavy rush!
Just the other day, there was a huge fight in the morning. There were impossible number of people packed inside the bus and almost four leaning on me, apart from the two fat ladies sitting gracefully on top! It so happened that the fat lady sitting in the corner got pushed a little by the man standing near me. She made a huge ruckus that the man was misbehaving with her! Of course such incidents often happen on the bus but this time, I am the witness, the man was innocent! The bus was at great speed and suddenly when it used its brakes, the man lost balance. Had there been someone thinner I’m sure it wouldn’t have been the case but this woman; she was already half way out of the seat!
Oh! I got so engrossed in the man’s agony that I forgot to describe my own! Did I tell you the amount of pressure I felt on myself because of their weight! But still, they were better than the boisterous people that I sometimes have to face. They run to get on the bus and sit on me with a bang! No wonder I’ve started creaking!
For some people I have become a lover’s wall where they proclaim their love and some treat me as a free marketing site where they write their mobile numbers for anonymous people to call. And then there are the destructive ones who scratch my cover, cut it with blade and stuff the tickets inside.
My life is hectic but I feel it’s worth it! Every time a tired person sits on my seat, it gives me satisfaction that I have helped someone. After a long wait in the scorching sun, when someone gets on the bus and finds me empty, there is a relief on his face and the exhaustion seems to vanish as he sits on my seat.
And above all, it is so rewarding when people, no matter how tired they are, get up from my seat and let a physically challenged person sit. You have seen it too isn’t it and still you feel humanity no longer exists!? I am lucky. I feel it almost every other day!
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