A woman took up two seats on the bus, and when a young man tried to sit in the empty spot, she caused an uproar 😲😥
It was early morning in the suburbs, just outside the district center.
The bus was overcrowded, and the air was stifling hot, like being in a sauna. There was barely any room to move.
I got on at the stop near the old store and noticed one empty seat by the window. A woman in her fifties, sturdy in build, with bright red lipstick and a large plastic bag on her lap, occupied the seat next to it. The space next to her was empty.
I leaned over and politely asked, “Excuse me, is this seat available?”
She grimaced as though I had asked for something unreasonable.
“It’s taken!”
I raised an eyebrow. “Who’s sitting there?”
She waved her hand dismissively as if I were bothering her over something trivial.
“None of your business. I’m putting my bag here.”
A few passengers exchanged glances, and I stood there, shocked. What kind of entitlement was that?
I sat down calmly, making sure not to bump her or touch anything. I just took the seat.
And that’s when it all began.
“What do you think you’re doing, rude idiot?! I told you, this seat is taken!”
“No one’s sitting here, and there’s nothing on the seat. Can’t you see there’s barely room to stand? I’m speaking calmly.”
“I don’t want you sitting next to me! I paid for my ticket, I have a RIGHT!”
“Are you sure? Did you pay for two tickets?”
She hesitated for a moment, then shouted at the top of her lungs for the entire bus to hear:
“It’s none of your business! Get lost, fool!”
A voice came from the back of the bus:
“Ma’am, show some decency…”
“Don’t interfere!” she yelled back. “I want to sit alone!”
Then, to everyone’s surprise, the woman suddenly stood up and exited the bus—before even reaching her stop. The scene took an unexpected turn.
The conductor, walking over confidently like someone accustomed to handling trouble, approached.
“What’s going on here?”
The woman immediately started yelling, “He sat down! I asked him not to! This is so hard for me! I’m alone the whole way!”
The conductor remained firm.
“Show your ticket.”
“Why?”
“Because if you’ve only bought one, you’re entitled to one seat. People are standing in the aisle.”
She dug around in her bag, pulled out her ticket, and held it up. Just one standard ticket.
“No complaints,” the conductor stated. “The man is entitled to sit. If you want to ride alone, buy a second ticket or get off. Taking a taxi is an option too.”
“I’ll file a complaint!” the woman screeched.
“Feel free. But for now, follow the rules.”
The bus passengers began to react:
“That’s right!”
“Enough already!”
“Respect is mutual!”
An elderly man from the back muttered:
“She’s not dealing with high blood pressure—she’s just pressuring everyone’s nerves.”
The woman, clutching her bag like a shield, stood in the aisle, breathing heavily, and looked out the window. The seat remained empty.
I didn’t move. I just continued my ride, watching the trees and poles flash by outside. People relaxed. Some nodded off, others whispered.
And as I sat there, I thought: strange—there’s so much space around us, yet so little respect.
