Cancellation

No way I was going to pay two more dollars for another transfer. At the crowded bus stop, I crumpled the slip of paper in my hand and waited for the doors to open. When they did, two women clambered on immediately, pushing an old, scarved lady who was trying to get off back into the bus. I stood to the side and motioned her down, letting her take my hand as she descended delicately, painfully. Then I said hello to the bus driver as I deceived him and found a seat, not sure of how to feel about myself.