On road rage and cowards

Harry pointed out today during preshift that the crowds in Hard Rock was dependent on the weather.
Most of us would know that it rained all day today.
Miserable weather...
And I think it did get to us.

So I was in the 851 on the way home from the train station today.
Being the very last person to get up the crowded bus, I stood right in front at the windshield and beside the bus captain (so I had the best view).
While getting out of the bus stop at Castle Green, we all heard a very loud and rude horn.
It was a taxi.
Annoyed, our bus driver slammed on the horn as well.
At the next junction, he drove up beside the taxi and had a glaring session with the taxi driver while the traffic lights were red.

Beyond the junction, our lanes merged and the taxi was just in front of our bus.
The taxi zoomed off and our bus was happily cruising down Lentor Avenue when suddenly, the our bus driver slammed down on the brakes as gently as he could so that his passengers who were standing did not fall down.
To my horror, I saw us inching closer and closer to the taxi until we DID hit it's bumper!
The taxi had just stopped in the middle of the road, right in front of our bus.

Something snapped in the bus driver.
He opened the door, jumped out of his seat and ran down the bus.
Just as he was about to knock on the bumper of the taxi, it zoomed off.
Our bus captain came back into the bus, and banged on the gate.
He started chasing after the taxi (which by that time was far far ahead).
I saw him hesitate to stop at the next bus stop (which is where I get off).
Thankfully his responsibility to his job and his passengers got the better of him.

'Let it go, uncle', I had said before getting off the bus, 'don't let him make you angry'.
He looked at me and smiled.

+ Flisha spoke @ 10:49 pm

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