Got off work, went to the North Van bus stop, waited there for 40 minutes till the bus came =/.
Usually I'm at the skytrain station the latest at 6:50. But this time, I get there at 7.
Yes, that makes a huge difference.
I'm at metrotown at 7:20.
I know the 410 comes at 7:23.
So when the skytrain ends up at 22nd, and I peer out the window and see the bus filled up as the last person gets on, I panic.
I really don't want to wait an extra 30 minutes.
I run out, down the stairs, and see the bus drive by without me.
Sigh.
So, I'm a little pissed. I hope for the best as I call my dad hoping that he's still at work and can pick me up.
He doesn't pick up his cellphone; meaning that he's probably at home.
As I dial home, a young guy comes up to me and asks me for change for the bus.
Lying, I respond with a shake of the head, and he walks away.
As he walks away, I look at the cellphone in my hand, and wonder if my money is really being put to good use.
This thought is hurriedly forgotten as my mom picks up the phone.
I ask her if dad can drive me home, and she tells me to wait 30minutes and that I should've called sooner.
Yeah, she's right. I should've called when dad was at work, and I was at Joyce Station.
I just didn't want my dad to wait for me.
But, I guess asking him to drive me home is worse.
Anyways, I really didn't want to wait for the bus.
So I figured I would have a nice skytrain ride to metrotown and back.
It's warmer and I get to sit.
I get to Metro and get back to 22nd.
It's 8:18 atm.
As I walk down the stairs, I see that young guy again.
He's walking back and forth with his hands in his sweatshirt pockets.
I start to feel bad as we glance at each other; knowing that I lied to him about not having any change.
As I get closer to the bus station, I realize the thought I had from before.
My money can help someone get somewhere.
And that guy has been waiting for longer than the 30mins that I had to wait for.
So I reach into my wallet, find a twoonie, and go back to the guy.
I ask him if he still needed change.
He responded with a 'yeah'.
I asked him where he was going.
He quickly replied that he was taking the '150' bus somewhere or another.
( I needed to know if my money wasn't going to be spent on drugs =/ )
I trusted him, so I handed my twoonie.
Before I left, I said I was sorry that I lied.
I don't think he heard me.
I did something nice. I think.
He didn't seem that enthusiastic about the twoonie.
But I guess he was too tired waiting to be enthusiastic anyways.
Usually I'm at the skytrain station the latest at 6:50. But this time, I get there at 7.
Yes, that makes a huge difference.
I'm at metrotown at 7:20.
I know the 410 comes at 7:23.
So when the skytrain ends up at 22nd, and I peer out the window and see the bus filled up as the last person gets on, I panic.
I really don't want to wait an extra 30 minutes.
I run out, down the stairs, and see the bus drive by without me.
Sigh.
So, I'm a little pissed. I hope for the best as I call my dad hoping that he's still at work and can pick me up.
He doesn't pick up his cellphone; meaning that he's probably at home.
As I dial home, a young guy comes up to me and asks me for change for the bus.
Lying, I respond with a shake of the head, and he walks away.
As he walks away, I look at the cellphone in my hand, and wonder if my money is really being put to good use.
This thought is hurriedly forgotten as my mom picks up the phone.
I ask her if dad can drive me home, and she tells me to wait 30minutes and that I should've called sooner.
Yeah, she's right. I should've called when dad was at work, and I was at Joyce Station.
I just didn't want my dad to wait for me.
But, I guess asking him to drive me home is worse.
Anyways, I really didn't want to wait for the bus.
So I figured I would have a nice skytrain ride to metrotown and back.
It's warmer and I get to sit.
I get to Metro and get back to 22nd.
It's 8:18 atm.
As I walk down the stairs, I see that young guy again.
He's walking back and forth with his hands in his sweatshirt pockets.
I start to feel bad as we glance at each other; knowing that I lied to him about not having any change.
As I get closer to the bus station, I realize the thought I had from before.
My money can help someone get somewhere.
And that guy has been waiting for longer than the 30mins that I had to wait for.
So I reach into my wallet, find a twoonie, and go back to the guy.
I ask him if he still needed change.
He responded with a 'yeah'.
I asked him where he was going.
He quickly replied that he was taking the '150' bus somewhere or another.
( I needed to know if my money wasn't going to be spent on drugs =/ )
I trusted him, so I handed my twoonie.
Before I left, I said I was sorry that I lied.
I don't think he heard me.
I did something nice. I think.
He didn't seem that enthusiastic about the twoonie.
But I guess he was too tired waiting to be enthusiastic anyways.
2 Comments:
Yeah, but now you're two dollars more poor.
What happens the next time someone like that asks you for money? The next time after that? When does it end? How do you decide which person deserves the help and which does not?
I think he was pissed off that you lied to him earlier, and made him feel like a beggar. You wasted his time, and that's that.
dont listen to crissy! although he has a point. whats that thing called "karma?" that toonie that you gave might be worth it all in the long run...what comes around get around....(i dont think thats how the saying goes)
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