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By the time the blind man made it to the bus, it was all ready loaded and everyone was waiting to go. Stepping up through the door, he asked the driver where there might be an available seat. The driver mumbled something about the next to last seat on the right. Once again, he had a suitcase in either hand, a paper bag under one arm, and his cane under the other. The cane was an older type with a crook at the top end he turned and started down the isle, bumping one suitcase along the row, counting seats as he went. The cane slipped from under his arm, but someone caught it and poked it back under, which left it protruding out a couple of feet be hind him. "Thank you!" the blind man said, looking toward a different man. "You're welcome" the different man replied with a puzzled look on his face. In a seat near the front sat a young, athletic looking man with one leg in a cast. "Bump!" went the suitcase. "Aughh! my leg!" screamed the young man. "I'm sorry," the blind man said. The young man just rubbed his cast and looked on. Further down the isle was an older man sitting with a young girl. As the blind man passed, the crook of his cane snatched the toupee from the older man's head. Not knowing what he had done,the blind man traveled on down the isle, carrying the hair piece on the end of the cane with him. The young girl began to snicker. The bald man scrambled backwards and barely managed to retreave his fleeing hair piece before it disappeared amongst the crowd. He quickly stretched it back on his head and glared at the young girl. Toward the middle of the bus, sat a little, old lady. She heard the snickering and turned to stare, her mouth agape. As the blind man passed by her, the crook of his cane, still protruding out from behind him hooked her by the jaw and wrenched the false teeth from her mouth. He felt a slight tug on the cane and slowed to see what was going on. Several people began to laugh. This gave the little old lady time enough to recover and snatch back her teeth rattling at the end of the cane. The blind man finally made it to his seat. (So he thought), but it was the wrong one. His was the next one back. In the seat he thought to be his, sat a teenager, happily tonguing a large cone of icecream. The blind man sat down one suitcase and was attempting to store the other one in the overhead luggage rack, when it slipped from his grasp. It konked the teenager square on the head, driving his face into the cone of icecream. "oh my god! Are you all right?, the blind man exclaimed, knowing by the dull thud that the suitcase had struck someone. The teenager just sat there, stunned, rubbing his head and wiping the icecream from his face. The blind man groped about for the body that he feared was unconscious. He found a body, but it was the wrong one. He was grasping a large woman by one breast and one buttock. "You're filthy! the woman cried, harshly brushing his hands away. "Sorry lady," the blind man mumbled, red faced. A skinny, little lad finally came back and helped the blind man to gather his luggage and get to the right seat. After thanking the young boy, he stretched in the seat and tried to relax. Man, what a day, he thought. He certainly would be glad when he finally got home. As the bus pulled away from the station, he drifted off to sleep. | ||||||||||||||||
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