The Buses of Paradise – 2

This evening (2 September 2008), somewhere on the Hawaiian Island of O‘ahu, there is a bus TheBus driver who deserves a medal.

He’ll probably get a lawsuit.

He was driving an express bus ‘ewa-bound from Honolulu during the afternoon rush hour. The bus was full of the Hawaiians who do not feature in the tourist brochures. The ones whose wages wouldn’t cover the cost of a tank of gas way before the price hit US$4.00 a gallon.

And, in the front seats (of course), the ones prominently reserved for the elderly and infirm, a pack of young people. O‘ahu’s finest. Just ask them, if you don’t mind getting your ears blistered for your trouble.

Into this press of humanity walks (barely) an old, frail woman.

The bus driver announces “This bus doesn’t move until the lady sits.”

None of the men or young folk budge. Finally, a middle-aged woman with a gimpy foot yields. The driver is less than happy, but the forms have been obeyed. The bus rolls on to the next stop.

At which, a man with crutches hobbles on board.

“This bus don’t move until the man sits.”

Nobody gets up this time. Nobody.

The driver rises from his chair, stares down the line of O‘ahu’s finest who are hale and hearty and sitting in the seats that are supposed to be for the elderly and infirm. A young (ahem) man stares back. “I’m not moving, and you can’t make me.”

This is (what oughta be) the medal part. The driver grabs the callow fellow and, in mere seconds, puts him off the bus. He never knew what hit him.

Check that. As the bus pulls away, he’s heard to call out, I got your bus number!

See “lawsuit”, supra.

So I’m listening to Quilly tell this true story, and the first thing that pops into my mind is …


Where We the People have spent thousands of lives and billions of dollars to bestow unto the Arabs of the Fertile Crescent, a people who are among the most hospitable and well-mannered of all the denizens of this polluted sphere, the wonders of The American Way.


   – O Ceallaigh
Copyright © 2008 Felloffatruck Publications. All wrongs deplored.
All opinions are mine as a private citizen.


  1. The young folks try to do that here, but when they are threatened with eviction or worse (Protective Services paying a visit to the bus) they get up and cede the seat to the elderly or crippled person. I’ve found that they are more bark than bite, and when they realize they may be walking they seem to smarten up.

  2. Polona, I vividly remember signs on buses in Australasia, commanding that no young person shall sit while an adult stands. At the time, I thought that rule excessive (and no, I was not a kid then). Now I’m not so sure …

    Bill, can you arrange to export some Canadian smarts and/or manners to the central Pacific? Not to mention NY, LA, SF …

    I agree, damon, to a point. ‘Cause it’s only a short distance between a strong-armed driver and a Gestapo agent – and only a short distance between a disrespectful youth and a Resistance fighter. I wish things were simpler.

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