Driving Blind To Compassion

(I recently moved to Arizona and take the bus to and from work. Most of the bus drivers are fairly pleasant. On this day a woman was sitting up front and very slowly got off the bus, with the driver assuring her we were near the McDonald’s. A moment after we start moving I notice a red and white walking stick (usually used by people with impaired vision) and I jump out of my seat.)

Me: “Driver, did that woman have a cane? I think she left it!”

Driver: “Oh, yeah, she did.” *driver begins to slow down*

Me: “I’ll just pop out and give it to her. We’re less than a block away.”

Driver: *speeds back up* “Eh, well, she left it; it’s out of my hands.”

Me: “I can just get off.”

Driver: “No, this isn’t a stop! She left it!” *bus is now speeding down the street*

Me: *speechless*