Unfiltered Story #244146

(Because cross country practice runs late, I take the public bus home from school every day. One day, when I’m getting off, I notice a little old lady with a small handcart full of groceries struggling to hoist the cart onto the bus. Without even thinking, I stop, lift the cart on to the bus and start to walk away when she grabs my arm and pulls me to the bus driver.)

Lady: *patting my arm and speaking to the bus driver* “Sweet baby, sweet sweet baby!

(There were smiles all around as I blushed and left the bus)