the following story, as grotesque as it is, is something totally unnecessary to relive, whether in retelling or on a medium. but i feel i have to get it off my chest. i'm thinking maybe if i were to write about it, the story would go away in my mind. maybe i'm making too big a deal out of nothing, and maybe it's just the regret gnawing away at me for having done nothing in the incident. whatever it be, i'm gonna tell it. so here goes:
on the crowded bus home last night, a 40-ish well-dressed black man was on his way to the sole empty seat toward the end of the bus, a seat that many others were reluctant to take. a taiwanese woman was in his way, with bags of groceries scattered in between the black man and the empty seat he had his eyes on. he said to the woman "excuse me,", but as crowded as the bus was the woman could not do anything to give the man anymore space. the black man steps over the groceries, trampled on a bag in the process.
"hey! you stepped on my bag!", yelled the woman as she pushed on the man's leg with her hand.
the black man turned and pushed her. "don't push me!" he screamed.
"why did you step on my bag!?", demanded the woman.
"because you were impeding my way. yeah, i did it on purpose. you push me again i'll step on your head too!" was the response from the black man.
"i had no space! everyone here saw what happened!" "so what!?" "so i want you to apologize." "i ain't apologizing to you! you shouldn't have blocked my way."
"fuck you." were the last words the woman had for this black man.
"...what condecendant would wanna fuck anyone like you? maybe you can cook me something to eat or wash my clothes once in a while." said the black man.
i remember that last line perfectly... i cannot live it down. but i didn't make it my business.
well, i've told the story, but i still feel like crap. | 
