Whatsthepointthen... I have had this a similar incident happen to me just over a year ago. I was on a bus with my DD (at the time just turned 2, walking pretty well for her age) and my DS (about 1 month old and in his buggy). We were heading for my children's GParents' house, about 4miles' from mine. Bus slowly got more and more crowded at every stop. Initially I was sitting with my DD to help keep her on her seat near the buggy bay. Here I will point out that bus drivers on our route are maniacs. My DD, earnest as is was in her effort to hold onto anything to help herself stay seated, she is not a superhuman that can protect herself from sudden lurches when bus driver uses his brakes unexpectedly, takes speed bumps like they aren't there and swing the bus wildly around corners/roundsbouts. So I either help her to hold on (with my arm around her) or sit on her on my lap (not always the safest idea!). I always let her take the window seat so that feels a bit more secure and she can gaze out the window, try to relax.
Anyway, so on this particular incident 14months ago, I got off my seat not because I was asked or prompted or felt like offering my seat, I had to in order to stop my DS's buggy from falling, even though it was tucked into a tight corner and had the brakes on. I was constantly checking my DD to reassure her she was doing ok, that we were nearly at our destination and constantly praising her for being brave, holding on etc - bus travel used to make her feel understandably nervous. Mr Tall Wide Man in his late 40's took the seat I was in instantly. At the next stop, a lady in her late 70's maybe even early 80's got on with a push-along tartan trolley. I always assume elderly folk keep personal belongings, shopping, their medications, maybe their knitting or a book/newspaper to keep them occupied in those - maybe I am completely wrong here so please accept my apologies here.
Ms Tartan Trolley began hunting for a chair. Bus driver didn't wait for Ms Tartan Trolley to sit down, he pressed on with the journey like demons were after him. There were quite a few silver surfers on board, some of them went to offer Ms Tartan Trolley but she refused. Mr Tall Wide Man didn't vacate his seat for her.
Ms Tartan Trolley asked Mr Tall Wide Man if he would tell his daughter to move. He ignored her, even turned his face away! My DD looked at me suddenly terrified. She knew Ms Tartan Trolley was referring to her. I should mention here that my DD is very fair-skinned compared to me, I am mixed race and I have been asked countless times if she is my biological daughter, to which I always answer she is, that she must have my mum's, great-great grandma's or her daddy's genes, as they all have blue-green eyes.
Anyway, Ms Tartan Trolley, all bristled feathers, turned on me and asked quite haughtily, is she yours, tell her to move - all in one breath, no manners.
Already she was trying to take the space where my DS's buggy was with her trolley, trying to push it into the tightest available gap.
So I did the usual juggling about with buggy and small walking child in a crowded space, made a little safe corner for my DD to stand. Luckily my DS was sleeping like all newborns do, oblivious to noise and faffing about. Only then did Mr Tall Wide Man get up so that Ms Tartan Trolley could take the seat my DD was in. No thank you's were mentioned. I was starting to seethe with anger inside.
More people got the bus. It was starting to get packed. Eventually the demon bus driver asked if all the passengers that were standing could move further along inside the bus. He then asked me if I could fold my buggy. I had to explain I can't really be expected to carry a newborn baby and his changing bag, his buggy and stand with my small daughter without any help. Evidently annoyed he pressed on with the journey. Then, Ms Tartan Trolley piped up saying I don't why these youngsters bother getting on the bus with their buggies, everyone used to walk in my day.
Everyone looked at me. I felt so ashamed and even now, I can't work out why.
I appreciated her comment in one way... it was the truth for one thing. If the weather had been nice at the time, I probably would've walked with my DD on her buggy board. But it was the end of February and the weather was bitter. If I could've walked confidently with the knowledge my 2 year old DD would follow / get on her buggy board for 4 miles without getting tired, I would've done so.
I ignored Ms Tartan Trolley, I was too angry to speak at this point.
Ms Tartan Trolley went on though, asked me why wasn't my DD in school, she should be. Luckily I had a good defence, I told her as politely as possible that my DD was due to start preschool after the February Half Term Break.
Ms Tartan Trolley didn't appear appeased by this. I wonder to this day if she was alright mentally, or did she get out of bed on the wrong side that day. Talking to the window that she was sat next to, she said rather bitterly, you youngsters have got it easy nowadays, you have everything at your fingertips to use and abuse, and you still want to take what's freely available to the elderly, not an ounce of gratitude or respect in your bodies.
Mr Tall Wide Man laughed out loud at that point.
I felt quite affronted as I am never rude, I try to be kind and compassionate to everyone regardless of age, sex or colour.
Ignoring everyone instead shooting daggers with my eyes at Ms Tartan Trolley and Mr Tall Wide Man, I busied myseld with making sure my two children and myseld were well wrapped up. I couldn't wait to get off the bus when it finally pulled up at my stop.
As packed as the bus was that day, no one helped me get off. I had to constantly excuse my way through the crowd, apologising too, while trying to coax my DD to slip past people and follow me. She called out wanting to hold my hand, bless her, but I couldn't get the buggy off the bus one-handed. It was then my DS started crying.... I guess he sensed how was feeling.
I didn't go out on the bus for 2 days after that.