I'm always amazed by the blind people that get on the bus - how confidently they get around, how they communicate with everyone, how social they are, and how they all have better hair than me despite the fact that they're blind.
The other morning when I got on the bus, there were already several blind people on the bus - all wearing red shirts. I had a feeling this was going to be a special day.
At each stop, there was a line of blind people waiting to get on. To help each other find seats, those already seated pound on the empty seats enthusiastically saying, "Here! You can sit here!" *BAM!BAM!BAM!* Now, this technique works on normal days, but when you have 15 people blindly calling out and hammering on seats, it becomes total chaos and even the most finely attuned ears cannot make sense of the noise. Those getting on just stood in the isle, bopping people's shins with their canes as far as their reach would take them. This goes on for quite some time until the bus driver says, "COME ON. You're wasting daylight! I've got a schedule to keep, so SIT DOWN!"
So they sit. On top of the people pounding on seats. Which results in the sat-uponers fussing at the sittees, who fuss back saying, "Sorry, I can't see!" and this goes on and on until everyone gets shuffled into empty slots.
Then everyone is happy. Except no one can get off the bus because the canes are zig-zagging the isle like a fancy laser security system, so everyone had to get off the bus like this:
I wish my hair looked like a blind person fixed it,
Rachel
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