So what if I did grab a transfer from the shocked driver, hop out the door and push through the crowd gathering around the bloody pulp splattered on the bus‘s grill? I wasn’t the one who ran over the jaywalker, was I? I didn’t break some sort of protocol, did I? Is one expected to remain in one’s seat in such situations, making concerned faces? To mill about outside the idling bus, shaking head sadly? This wasn’t 9/11 or Katrina. Schools shut down for such tragedies, businesses close, newspapers report, televisions televise. We feel confusion, sadness, outrage. We feel serious. Oh, how wonderful it is to take things seriously again.
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