It’s not readily apparent in this image but anyone who has travelled by urban public transit in any city knows that there’s plenty of hostility that occur in such circumstances.
A city bus pulled up to the stop I was at to pick up a long line of travelers. I got on and took my seat in time to see a young father, likely in his twenties, walk right up to the entrance doors with his little son; probably not much more than 5-years old, beside him. I know the bus driver, likely in his late twenties to early thirties, didn’t look directly at the man and boy who were about to be the last ones to board but I believe he had at least peripheral sight of them. It didn’t matter. The driver closed the door in the faces of the man and his boy anyway. The driver must have really wanted to keep his schedule.
The man at the windowed door knocked on it for it to be reopened. I wasn’t the only one watching what was quickly transpiring. Many passengers saw the driver completely ignore the man outside with his child, and pulled away from the curb.
There was a momentary look of incredulity on the face of the rejected man, and then his shout of “Hey!” resounded through the entire bus by its open windows. While heads began flipping from side-to-side between views of the driver and the man being left behind, I also saw that young man pick up his boy in his arms and start running.
The bus turned to make its proper route around a block of the Durand neighbourhood. Some of the passengers started cussing out the driver under their breaths. Although I couldn’t see the running man, I knew which alleyway shortcut he was most likely taking on foot.
Having an idea of what was about to go down, I reached into my bag for my camera. I didn’t bother changing my exposure settings. I didn’t have time to do it for a bright picture. I knew that if I handled the situation right, and some luck was in my favour, I’d still be able to make heavily shadowed or silhouetted images without appearing to be a Ray Metker copycat.
Sure enough, when the bus came to its next stop halfway around the block, that furious father was waiting there with his son, first in line of more people waiting to get on. He was not going to be denied this time. The bus driver must have known what was coming next.
This shot is of the young father the second after he got on. I overheard, “Why did you leave us like that?” He was greatly controlling his tone but it was still clear that he was far less than impressed. The driver didn’t seem to respond, and the question was repeated two more times.
The father took a seat with his son near the front of the bus. A passenger beside them chimed in and began heckling the driver. I couldn’t make out what was said just then but I did hear the driver call back with, “Hey, I pay my taxes too!”
From where I was crammed in on the ride, I heard a number of other unintelligible things that were exchanged along the way. By the time I got off the bus on the mountain, the altercation fortunately seemed to have cooled.