Nancy, a bus driver aged 35, was nearing the end of her final shift. With her gloved hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, she skillfully maneuvered the bus through the snowy streets, picking up and dropping off passengers across the city.
As Nancy glanced at the rearview mirror to assess the remaining passengers, she noticed only a few individuals left, including a young boy who appeared to be around eight years old. Curiously, he occupied the same seat he had chosen almost three hours earlier when Nancy embarked on her journey.
What perplexed Nancy was the boy’s prolonged presence on the bus without disembarking at any of the previous stops. Since the bus was en route to the depot, Nancy decided to halt at the next station and inquire about the situation.
“Excuse me, where are you getting off?” Nancy asked, startling the boy who initially assumed she was addressing another passenger. “I’m referring to you, the boy in the blue hoodie. Are you planning to get off? Have you obtained a ticket? We’re heading back to the depot, and I notice you’re still onboard. Show me your ticket,” Nancy demanded, pointing at him assertively.
The boy turned to face Nancy with wide eyes. “I didn’t get one, and you remained silent all this time. Can you get me a ticket now?” he replied, his voice barely audible above the rumbling engine.
Nancy’s expression turned cold, and she scolded him while the other passengers watched in dismay. “If that’s the case, young man, you cannot continue riding my bus. Kindly disembark immediately.” With a swift motion, Nancy pulled the lever to open the door and gestured for the boy to leave. The frigid air rushed in as he stepped out without uttering a word. He tightened his jacket and trudged through the snow while Nancy observed his diminishing silhouette in the side mirror before driving away, fading into the distance.
An hour later, as Nancy was driving home along the same route in her car, she noticed that…Read the full story here…..
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