At the Bus Stop

Sylvia Wohlfarth
2 min readMar 14, 2019
Image by Kellie Nicholson from Pixabay

Standing at the bus stop, I was careful to keep my distance from a little elderly woman and her dog - to avoid stepping on the pint-sized creature.

The woman, I noted, was wearing a camellia red, woollen jumper under her dark blue blazer. And to my amusement, her tiny princess sported, a huge red bow on her head, the exact same colour as her mistress’s bright pullover.

Two teenagers, leaning up against the back of the bus shelter, and with nothing else to do, began to loudly comment on the ridiculous appearance of the pair. And although secretly agreeing, I frowned at them for their indiscretion. This only made them point all the more at the two, and snicker even louder.

Thankfully, I saw the bus approaching. And so did the old lady who gingerly walked up to the boys, and whispering something into her ears, placed the dog at their feet.

Obeying her orders, she lifted her tiny leg and haughtily relieved herself on the boys’ trainers. Horrified, they straightened up, each shaking a foot in absolute disgust, and turning to me for sympathy, shouted,

“Did you see what she did, that stupid old witch and her 4-legged freak?”

“See what?”, I replied, jumping onto the bus behind the woman, ‘princess’ tucked neatly under her arm.

Sylvia Wohlfarth

An Irish-Nigerian soul living in Ireland after 40 years in Germany. A social anthropologist, English teacher, and more. With stories to share; and an opinion…