The Damaged

It’s happened to me too many times to count. I’ll be sitting there on the bus one minute, off in a dream-world where the UK is hot all year-round and pigeons poop out fresh fifty pound notes, and the next I’ll hear a “Will you please shut-up you little es haych eye tee? If you don’t you’ll get it!”

Then the dream-world vanishes. I look up and see a very angry mother. From the way she’s staring at all us bus-sitter-oners it’s seriously feels like we might all crack and break.

And nobody stands up and speaks, that’s the really messed-up part. The woman will continue to scream at the child and the child will either a) cry or b) scream back. After a while we all become numb to this and it becomes a joke to the passengers. You start to hear “Oh dear, someone’s upset” and “Well, she obviously got out of the wrong side of bed!”

It’s a Comedy show, basically.

Only nothing about this ef you see kay ed up situation is funny. In fact, it’s downright disturbing. And you can literally hear the thoughts move and form and see them materialize right there in front of you. They say things like she should have that child taken away and she’s not fit to be a mother.

They are my thoughts, of course. Don’t be daft, I can’t read anyone else’s.

And it’s a serious problem in society. When do you stand up and say “this is not right!”?

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