Rules Are Rules - Sometimes Meant To Be Broken

It's the time of year when I ride the bus instead of my bike to work. On the way home tonight a couple of women sitting in front of me started saying, "Stop for Dave. Stop for Dave." Up ahead, Dave, a man I recognize as having some sort of sight problem, was walking down the sidewalk and glancing back towards the bus. He uses a red-tipped white cane and had a dog with him, too. I hadn't seen him with a dog before so I don't know if it was a service dog or not. He was three or four blocks away from the designated stop.

"Stop for Dave," the ladies repeated. "Aren't you going to stop for Dave?"

"No," said the driver.

Disappointment filled the bus as the ladies let out a loud, "Awwwwwwww."

Dave had to wait for the next bus due to arrive 15 minutes later.