On the bus

Using the public transport for commuting could be fairly unpleasant from time to time, but after my recent car accident and subsequent discovery of the pleasure of not having to drive whilst being able to read on the bus and the train, I have been positively putting up with it.

Everyday I encounter a type of behaviour that some people consider perfectly normal and others not so, especially on the bus.

Yesterday morning, I was immersing myself in the world of Bourne Identity (which is absolutely compelling!) when I realised my bus was not moving at all. I looked up, and saw a policeman coming to the bus driver. It seemed there had just been an accident, so we were to wait for our go for the impromptu traffic diversion.

As we moved a bit forward, the accident scene became clear. It was a head-on collision on the other side of the lane. Judging by the damage of the car fronts, they must have been at about 30-35 mph each. A man had been dragged out of his car and laid on the road, motionless with a portable oxygen mask on his face.

Various emotions were stirred up in me. Initially curiosity, soon taken over by fear, sympathy, worry etc. Then suddenly a young girl behind me uttered ‘Oh, my God!’ and instantly raised herself to walk towards the front of the bus, in order to have a better view, swinging her plump body and clothes which enwrapped it as well as her head, presumably to show modesty in accordance with to her religious belief.

Dismissing a stylish black woman who asked her to remain in her seat with a loud ‘NO. WHY?!’, the girl stood there and watched what was happening for about a good ten minutes. When our bus finally started to move, she came around towards where I was, still watching the busy accident scene intently through the windows so that she didn’t miss anything.

Since she was facing to me now, I had a better look of her face. The expression was of excitement, even joy and slight hint of concern. It looked exactly like a face of a four year old, but there wasn’t a mum who could teach her how to observe such a tragedy in a more humane manner.

Still, she was young, I thought. Perhaps around seventeen to nineteen. Manifestation of strong curiosity in a mindless and animalistic manner does not make one more ruthless than ignorant.

After passing the diversion, the prognosis of our bus journey seemed promising, yet I could not go back to the fictitious world of my book. The accident was too real. I started to feel sick and wondered whether it was me reliving my past, or the fact that the girl behind me was now able to even hum, loudly and off tune, with her curiosity well-satisfied by the unexpected drama on an otherwise boring commute.

Yak.
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Commented by coquille at 2008-09-10 19:08 x
「他人の不幸は蜜の味」なんて言いますからね~。
人が酷い惨事の映画とか殺人ホラーとか見たり読んだりしたがるのも、そういう欲求を満たす一部なのかななんて思ってみたりもして・・・。
そんな私も、事故現場に遭遇して「あ、ブログに・・・」と事故った車を写真に収めたりしてたので、反省です(汗)
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