Bloody Bus

In an unexpected turn of events, the Lady actually had a good day riding the bus. No wafts of gasoline and bologna or human excrement. No parents feeding their toddler sugary colas and salt and vinegar chips. No passengers yelling at other riders. Phew. In fact, she was able to lend a helping hand to a young man, in no small part thanks to yours truly. Halfway through the ride downtown, the bus stopped and picked up several passengers, including a young man with a discreet, yet potential messy trail of blood from his nose. Another rider alerted him to the situation and alarmed, he began to use his toque to clean up his face. The Lady thought this silly, as the weather has been very chilly of late and a bloody toque would be no good to the young man. Thankfully, I have a store of tissue in my inner pocket, which the Lady promptly pulled out and offered to another passenger to pass to our bloody friend. A return of thanks was passed our way and soon enough the nosebleed cleared up. This purse feels like a regular -but oh so stylish- Florence Nightingale!