Article March 19, 1977 Issue

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Randall David Erwin

The bus was only twenty minutes late, but waiting out in the freezing cold made it feel like twenty hours. Even my heavy clothes provided very little protection from the biting wind. When the bus finally came and I sank down into a comfortable seat, the welcome warmth quickly put me to sleep.

However, this solitude lasted only a few minutes. I was awakened by the sound of violent shouting. A man getting on the bus was furious with the driver for being late.

"It is your responsibility to provide prompt transportation—and you're very late!" he bellowed. He continued his belligerent comments for several minutes until finally the bus driver informed him that he would either have to pay his fare or get off the bus. He paid grudgingly and took a seat several rows behind me.

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