THE ZEN SAVIOUR

Another grey sunday in the latter half of the year came rearing its boring and cardboard-esque head at me the morning after a party the night before. No hangover to speak of, luckily. I should hope not, having only consumed two pathetic beers, which honestly is enough to knock a man of my stature on his scrawny behind some days. Not proud to admit it, but I felt a bit tipsy on my way home, clumsily recounting the evening's events to my partner.
The morning was nevertheless fine. I had woken at nine and slept in till ten. I had, with a profound lack of effort, found myself in the living room of my flat. The day's first smoke came and went and so did the second and the third as the day went on. After a shower and a lighthearted discussion with my partner about the mess in the flat, I was on my way to work. 

I work almost every Sunday these days. My tired demeanour and the lack of proper public transportation on the weekends was not fueling the idea of leaving the flat. To be fair, public transportation in Denmark is quite shit most days anyway. To say the least, I wasn't filled to the brim with excitement. My bus did, however, arrive on time, and after a halfway awkward hello to the bus driver, I found myself, mostly alone in the left corner of the five backrow seats. Another man had chosen the solidarity of sitting in the back as well, only in the right corner. Quite a calm and collected expression on his face. Content and relaxed, he seemed. Hoping I wasn't intruding, I placed myself just as the bus driver took off. And by took off I mean took off with a jolt so aggressive that if I wasn't already sitting all the way back in my seat, I most definitely was now.

I had pulled out my phone and started editing some writing. Checking for unquestionable spelling errors and sentences of concerning and unreadable length, wondering if I'd have enough time between layovers to get some much needed lunch, when I heard a loud shout from my right.
"WE NEED THE DOORS OPENED IN THE BACK!" Quite aggressively, I might add. I looked up for a moment and saw a couple standing in the door trying to get off, but the doors were closed and the driver was slowly pulling away. I felt sorry for the couple for about nought point five seconds and resumed my editing. But then it sounded again.
"HELLO! WE NEED THE DOORS OPENED DOWN BACK!" but it wasn't the couple sounding out. I looked over at my calm and collected neighbour who was surprisingly just barely finding his zen again as I looked at him. Such a well mannered and calm individual could almost certainly not have made such a ruckus; little did I know I was about to be proven wrong. 

The bus slowly came to a halt. Rare behaviour for most bus drivers, I’d say. Usually, once they’ve left the stop, there is no changing the mind of most of them. However, this one must have been in a particularly good mood as he did in fact slow down and opened the doors of the vehicle.
The male part of the couple lifted his hand in a sort of silent appreciation, and the calm man responded with a simple nod and a content smile. So indeed, it had been the calm mannered gentleman to my right who had forsworn his peaceful ride to help the unjustly treated couple. An unspoken recognition was made by the two parties, and on they went. The calm man was back to looking content, slouching in the seat at a slight angle, and the couple on their way to wherever they had intended. The display was sort of mesmerising. Quite beautiful in its simplicity. The couple did not look like they wanted to inconvenience the bus driver, but this calm saviour of theirs had seen mild injustice and had decided to rectify it.
I see myself more as the couple. I would never ask a mistaken bus driver to slow down and let me off. I'd probably tell my friends at length about the nerve of people these days, and the sloth-like approach they have to their work; being allowed to criticise them as such since I myself have a tendency to fall into that category. And god forbid I'd ever yell for a bus driver to open the doors for someone else. Even if that does seem like a more me thing to do.
I hope that when the time comes and I witness some minor injustice of similar proportion I will be ready. I will relieve myself of my calm activity and yell very loudly, and hopefully have as beautiful an interaction as these three people did. But if I have to take out my headphones to do so, they can forget about it.