We got on a bus for the last two stops to visit my sister.
We were celebrating one of my nephew’s birthday that Saturday.
The bus was crowded. People were standing, and PL had Z strapped to her in a sling.
Usually, some nice folk will offer PL a seat.
Well, that evening, no one did.
What happened next was quite unexpected.
The bus driver got up and walked back and just asked generally, in Mandarin, “would anyone be so kind as to offer a seat to this lady with a baby?”
PL immediately said, “it’s ok, it’s only one stop away.”
The driver replied, “cannot. It could be dangerous.”
And immediately, a middle-age man (I think he was in his fifties perhaps) stood up and said (also in Mandarin), “Da Jie” (literally, big older sister), “you can have my seat.”
(PL later told me she felt a little nonplussed to be called “da jie” by a considerably older man. Like she was his senior. “Ah Shao” or “sister-in-law” would be the more common and neutral, and have no connotations as to age. 🙂 )
Meanwhile, I was still thinking about what the bus driver said and what I wanted to reply. Like, “Well, you could try driving more carefully.” And “You’re not giving us confidence in your driving, you know!”
But, seriously, it was good and nice of the driver to look out for his passengers especially those who might need some extra care and when other passengers aren’t forthcoming in their kindness.
Bravo, bus driver!