The Break-up

A mid-40s couple were standing behind me at the bus stop at the hub. They were both about 5'6" tall. She was attractive and nicely appointed, and he was wearing a new white hoodie and tan pants.They were breaking up, again? She carefully outlined every twisted thing he had done. He'd thrown bottles at her front door because she wouldn't let him in. He loved the bottle more than she. He'd stolen and lied again and again. He was often angry and unreasonable.

He softly begged her forgiveness and she wouldn't have it. He spoke so softly that I couldn't hear 95% of what he was saying. She could hear him. "What we might have had is done, completely done." She sounded as if she had viewed many an old movie. I also figured that she was now stage present like an understudy who had patiently waited her turn. She even wore a scarf that she adjusted over her shoulder even though it didn't need it. He had presented her with a gift in a brown paper grocery. She took it and immediately gave it back. She told him to give it to his roommate. What was it, a steak or something? Again, she offered reasons why they were through. With each denial she moved closer to me. I could smell her perfume and feel her breath on my neck. I inched a little forward, as did she. I was going to be standing in the bus space soon. He offered the bag again. She took it and held it. I glanced back and she had move over to the right behind me. I pretended that I was alone standing there. I could feel both sets of eyes upon me. She returned the bag to him again. I could feel his sadness. She moved closer to me. "Gotdamnit,.My name is Les and I ain't in this mess," I thought! I inched forward and looked over at the big hanging clock... The bus was late! Five minutes later the bus arrived. Two passengers got off and the driver beckoned me on. The woman trailed so closely behind me as we boarded the bus that I almost tripped. She immediately saw a former co-worker sitting in the first seat. They greeted. He was warm and friendly, not at all creepy like her begging beau. The former co-worker looked to start a conversation with the woman, his eyes sparkled. The woman stood at the rear side exit behind me. Her soon to be ex stood next to her. The bearded man smiled at her as his eyes gazed the begging beau. Then, the man's face was saddened as he looked down at his phone. He looked dejected. Perhaps, his name was Les as well? They made me uncomfortable standing behind me. The woman every so often said "No." I still could not hear him. What if he's some nut case? I looked about for another seat. but didn't want to be obvious. Instead, I rearranged my groceries in my bag in that it was pouring out. Finally, about a mile and a quarter from downtown she pulled the buzzer. I watched them walk away in the rain, she hurried and he tried to keep up still holding the brown bag as if it were of most importance, delicate. I sighed. She's going to take him back.

NO thanks, I'm good...

 

Earlier, I went food shopping at Wegmans. There's a bench like the one in the picture above at the edge of the Wegmans store and the gym next door. I decided I need to sit down, in fact my back was begging me.  Unfortunately, there was a woman seated in the middle of the bench smoking a cigarette. The best that I could tell she was most likely in her late 30's. She wore one of those nylon night bonnets, a black parka, and she had a tattered small rolling suitcase. She also had a black tote bag sitting on top of the luggage. I assumed that the woman was homeless.

She was friendly. She said "hello,"and tried to make small talk. She said that she was going to get a shower and find someplace nice to eat. I'm not really a restaurant person so, I had no suggestions for her. She thought that Cracker Barrel might make a good choice. She said that she had heard that they had good food. I agreed not knowing if she was correct or not.

A woman of maybe 50 walked up to the seated woman. Propped against the wall, I glanced over while eating an unexpectedly nice Keto Wise™ crispy caramel snack. The woman was wearing a pink Wegmans polo shirt and name tag. She asked the seated woman, "Are you the same woman that was out here this morning," (It was now a quarter to two)? She added that she wanted to give her the food in the picture above because she thought that she might be hungry. "Oh, no thanks, I'm good. I can buy my own food. I got a job." The store woman added, "They give it to us every morning and I just thought that you might like it. It doesn't cost anything,". The woman seated repeated that she was okay and could buy her own food. The Wegmans' employee seemed very uncomfortable, she didn't know what to say. She awkwardly apologized to the woman a couple times, and then decided to just leave the food there because "Someone might come by who wants it, who is hungry." The employee seemed embarrassed as she turned and quickly walked back to the store. I imagine it was the first time anyone had turned down her kind gesture?

After the employee was out of sight, the woman turned to me and asked if I would have taken the food. "You just don't know about people these days. Do you think it was safe,' she asked? I told her that she should have accepted the food, put it in her bag for later. It was hard to imagine that it would not be safe coming from an employee of the store who had just come out to help. She seemed a little surprised by my answer and seemed to be reconsidering. "I'll just leave it here for somebody else like she said," she offered. I told her that was a good idea. She added that she had a job and couldn't wait to get back there on Tuesday.  

In a very sad way holidays are a great inconvenience to the homeless who have a daily routine of survival. I imagine this woman worked full time as many homeless people do, and in addition to the money, the workplace provided shelter from the elements, safety, and relief from the boredom of being on the streets.

"Well, it's time for my shower and to go get a good dinner," she shared. I wished her luck and a great dinner. She smiled broadly and then stopped in front of the gym whose door was ajar. I could hear her cheerfully ask the desk attendant if she could use the shower. He told her "Yes.'

She thanked him.