When a rude stranger stole my bus seat, I never expected karma to hit him threefold during our journey.
As I watched his day unravel, I wondered if my final act of revenge would be a step too far — or the perfect lesson he needed to learn.
I was having a pretty decent day until I boarded that bus. The stop was crowded, people pushing and shoving to get on first. I managed to snag a seat, dropping my bag to save it while I helped Mrs. Chen with her suitcase.
A woman helps an elderly woman to a seat on a crowded bus | Source: Pexels
“Thank you, dear,” she said, patting my arm. “These old bones aren’t what they used to be.”
I smiled, turning back to my seat, only to find some suit-wearing jerk sitting there, my bag tossed on the floor.
“Excuse me,” I said, trying to keep my cool. “That’s my seat.”
The man barely looked up from his phone. “Don’t care. First come, first served.”
“But my bag was here. I was just helping someone —”
“Look, lady,” he snapped, finally meeting my eyes. “I’m not moving. Take your bag and find another seat.”
I was fuming, but causing a scene wouldn’t help. I snatched my bag and stomped towards the middle of the bus, muttering under my breath. As I passed a young woman struggling with a fussy baby, I gave her a sympathetic smile.
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