The Bus Ride
I gave up on being kind. Being kind isn't giving one giant good deed to others, but it's the act of giving little good deeds over time. Exhausting, isn't it? So yes, I've given up on being kind. Besides, sometimes some people misunderstand, others think I'm showing off, and there are those who abuse my generosity -- which is dumb and frustrating. My shift has been transferred to the night shift after a month in my new workplace. So I ride the last bus home. I can't miss it, because there's no other way to go home. Using a taxi every night is simply expensive. Every night, I make sure I have spare change with me. And whenever I get off from work and ride the bus, I hear the coins jingle down the machine -- followed by the "Thank you." of the bus driver. I've started to know the old bus driver, since he's always the old bus driver whenever I come home. And he's like a machine that always says thank you after the coins jingle -- kin