My Nemesis

There is a weasly little man who rides my bus from time to time, whom we shall refer to from this point forward as my nemesis. Luckily, my nemesis and I are on different schedules, and I only have to look at his stupid face a few times a month. I have never spoken to him, but I'm pretty sure from the death stares I give him, he knows he is my nemesis. From time to time, I have heard him make a few ridiculous, ignorant statements to his bus buddies, but this incident takes the cake.

One day, a few months back, there was a young mom, probably about 17, with her baby on the bus. The baby was wailing incessantly the whole ride home. It was a rainy day, the bus was stuck in horrible traffic, and I will admit, I think every single person on the bus, including me, was annoyed with the crying baby. And I'm pretty sure the mom was well aware of it. I think most people, as annoyed as they were, felt badly for her and were understanding. However, my nemesis, staying true to the evil person I imagine him to be, couldn't keep his weasly, evil mouth shut. Mind you, he had his Ipod on, and could probably barely hear the baby, but from the front of the bus, he turned around about every 20 seconds, rolled his eyes and shook his head obnoxiously, and turned around again. Finally, on about the 20th turn around, he says, out loud "Who brings a baby on the bus?"

I cringed!!!! EXCUSE ME????? What does that even mean, who brings a baby on the bus? Many people bring babies on the bus, particularly people who can't afford cars!!!!! If I had a baby, I would be bringing that child, crying and all, on the bus. And, I would seat that crying, screaming baby right down next to my nemesis and his weasly, evil face.