At the bus stand everyday, I meet a man in his mid-twenties, sight deficient, from a fairly well-to-do educated family, accompanied by one of his family members. Everyday, they help him get on a bus that is filled tighter than a pack of sardines with regulars who mostly recognize each other, mostly lower working class. Everyday, the person who happens to be sitting on the first seat gets up or is made to get up and he is aided till he is comfortably seated there.
I was at the university to get some certificates made. The university is quite close to my workplace I spoke to a father who had taken a day's leave and driven down half way across town to get his son's transcripts made. The son works in the building next to mine in a company which, I'll have you know, is not that demanding.
