The blind man awoke just as the bus rolled into the station. He heard the driver announce that it was his home town. Man, he thought, I must have slept all the way.
He sat up, stretched and yawned. His bladder felt like it was about to explode, but remembering the ordeal when he had boarded the bus, he decided to wait until everyone else had disembarked before attempting to move.
Maybe if he sat very still he would be able to hold it, but then again?
He began to squirm and fidget in his seat. The skinny, little kid came back and asked if he needed any more help.
"No, thank you very much." he answered.
"okay then, the skinny little kid said. nice meeting you."
"you too," the blind man replied.
Finally, the bus was empty. He was the only one left on board. He stood up and loosened his belt. He didn't know if he could hold it much longer or not.
He groped around in the overhead luggage-rack until he found his suitcases. They had to be his because everyone else was gone and surely they had taken their luggage with them.
Once more, with a suitcase in either hand, his bag under one arm, and the cane in his other hand, he started down the isle toward the door.
Outside of the bus, he took a moment to listen around. Mercy, he sighed under his breath, I hope I can make it inside the station in time. He had to go so bad now, that it was hard for him to walk, let alone carry all his belongings.
When he finally got inside he asked the clerk if he could direct him to the men's room. The clerk turned out to be a woman but said she would be glad to show him the door, but that would be about as far as she could go.
"That's about all I need." the blind man chuckled.
He set his luggage down just outside the bathroom door. Gees, he didn't know if he was going to make it or not. He flung the door open and caught another man (who was just starting out of the bathroom), right in the nose.
"jesus christ!" the other man cried, grabbing his nose and trying to hold back the flow of blood.
"Oh my God, the blind man exclaimed as well. I am so sorry." He could feel something warm starting to trickle down his leg.
The other man strode silently to the sinks and began to wash his face.
The blind man hurried on into the restroom. He located the row of stalls and began to unzip as he opened the door to the first one. Unable to hold it any longer, he started to relieve himself as he approached the urinal.
"jesus christ!" he heard someone else swear, not more than a foot in front of him.
Before the blind man could say or do anything, he found himself on the floor, his head pounding and his member still in his hand.
The angry man with the wet pants stood over him. "you, he growled between clenched teeth. why I aut to ..."
At that moment, the skinny little kid rushed into the restroom. "hey, wait a minute mister, he said. this guy can't see."
The angry man with the wet pants looked down at the blind man and then back to the skinny little kid. "What, he said, the blood draining from his face.
Some time later, the blind man sat in the bus station, holding a wet paper-towel to his face. His luggage sat near by. He'd gotten the clerk to call for a cab and was waiting for it to arrive. He didn't even want to think about what had happened in the men's room. he sure wasn't about to tell anyone himself. All though now that it was over, it _was a little funny. He wondered just what else could go wrong before he got home.
"I'm the cab driver." a man said.
"Allright!" the blind man said, getting to his feet.
"no, no, you wait here while I load your luggage. the cabbie told him. I'll come back and help you."
"Well, okay then." the blind man said, sitting back down.
About fifteen minutes later, the blind man began to wonder what was going on. Had the cab driver forgotten him? Surely not.
Now it had been thirty minutes since the driver had taken his luggage. He picked up his cane and started toward the door when another man approached him and asked, "you wanted a cab, sir?"
"Yes, I do, what took you so long?"
"Well, the man replied, it's a long way across town."
The blind man was puzzled. "What do you mean? Didn't you take my luggage a while ago?"
"No sir, the real cab driver said. I just got here."
The blind man let out a long breath. Ripped off again, he thought.
The cabbie asked, "Are you ready to go? Where's your luggage?"
"I don't have any now." he answered.
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