Last week on the bus, I witnessed the driver losing his temper, quite spectacularly. So over-the-top, it seemed to me - but then I had no idea what the rest of his day, or his life, had been up to that point...
A car tried to turn at the same time as the bus, by pushing its way into the far left lane - overtaking from the inside - and the bus driver cursed him loudly (through the door he had opened, to ensure all the other motorists and pedestrians could hear, and see his gestures). This went on for a few minutes, as all around us came to a stop to watch two grown men vent their frustrations on each other in this rather strange public display.
I felt a bit sad about it all, but that didn't stop me feeling a bit amused, and judgemental, at the same time. yet how many times have I lost my temper, in situations that would seem ridiculous to a casual observer?
Anyway, many buses later that day, I caught myself pushing in at the frantic semi-queue, which heaves and surges as the bus arrives, unsure where the bus will finally settle and open its doors. Impatient, tired people, all shamelessly putting their own eagerness to get home ahead of manners or consideration of any sort.
And I was one of them.