This week, going to and from my freelance job on the bus, I’ve had my share of babies staring at me. I guess with my long hair, I appear strange to them. Yes, I find it annoying but I can’t do anything about it. I put up with it.
And I can’t do anything about this either, but what’s become increasing hard to put up with this week is crying babies on the bus. No, I’m not heartless and I know the mother (why is it always the mother?) is doing the best she can with the baby, but after a day’s work, listening to a crying baby on the Metro is torture. Their cries echo all the way from the back of the bus to the front.
Babies ride the bus for free. I think if the baby is crying when getting on the bus, the mother should have to pay for his or her fare. I’m only half kidding.
(Photo from musingsfromawriter.com)