The desire I have to rant and rave about this is greater than the heat of a thousand burning suns. And it is because of this that instead I will merely relay the facts, further pontificating on the subject may come later. But it’s also just as likely that I’ll cool off and cease caring. Time will only tell.
Today, like any other, I took the bus home from work. Having done this routine more times than can possibly be counted, Yara has her own method when it comes too taking a seat. While I position my rear on an available seat, she stops about two steps behind me so that she can move in the moment I am seated to position herself out of the way. When she did this today, she was standing in front of another passenger on the bus, who swatted her several times on the rear end. I witnessed this shocking event with mouth agape. No one on the bus said a thing, but I did screech “excuse me” to the swatter. She ignored me.
Words? At the moment, I have none.