Excitement on the 6B bus!

Buona sera mi amici


I thought before the weekend kicks in that I would share with you this funny story.  Yesterday morning we decided to try taking the bus home from the train station.  I always check the bus posts because it gives you the names of the streets the bus goes to and usually there are bus stops there.  So it looked like 6B went close to my apartment.  On we go....after about twenty minutes and over the bridge heading south I quickly figure the bus is no where near my house...rather we have entered Latin America.  Another 30 minutes and we are back at the train station where we started out.  What occurred to me was that I did not pay attention to which direction the arrows were going on the bus post information.  Must always check that to avoid the ride into the unknown!


Later that afternoon I figured out that the 6B does go right by my apartment next to the park and that we needed to take it going the other way across from the train station...and it is only 4 stops.  As we stopped at the 1st stop this man was trying to enter through the back door but the bus driver would not open it ... so then he tried the middle and finally just squeezed in the front of the bus.  This bus was packed as I would imagine it was some sort of rush hour or popular time to travel.  All of a sudden this women ... a bit older than myself...who was sitting next to me gets up and rushes to the front.  In a flurry voices were raised and as I glanced to the front of the bus she was yelling at the top of her lungs and beating this man.  She grabbed his ball cap and yelled at the bus driver to stop the bus and open the door....he did stop the bus and opened the door as we entered a park area and the woman threw the man's hat out of the bus and the man jumped off the bus.  The woman went after him and the man ran like the wind through the park constantly looking behind him to see where she was.  The woman gets back on the bus and of course all the Italians are gathered around her wanting to know what that was about.  As she told her story....other women clutched their purses.  It appears that there was an incident in the San Marco park with her daughter and her granddaughter and the woman recognized this guy.  It was fascinating that she had no fear of him and was ready to beat the crap out of him.  I think the morale of this story is....don't mess with the Italian Mamma.  The other good thing is that I got a good look at this guy so will make sure when I am on a bus to keep an eye...especially on my handbag.  Hope you all had a wonderful day.  Buona sera...ciao.