My Day From Hell – Part Two

So after four hours, and a lot of screaming and crying, the lovely doctors at Chelsea & Westminster hospital had managed to remove the button that had been firmly wedged up Big Sis’s left nostril.

Now, I just wanted to get home and give her lots of cuddles.

I spotted a bus approaching that went right up our local high street. Finally, a bit of luck!

As soon as I hoisted the stroller up on to the bus I wished I hadn’t. We were now approaching rush hour, and it was jam packed. I could see the little alcove for prams was free, but I couldn’t get down the aisle.

Slowly the people began to filter down to the back, until there was just one man left in the way. He was facing the opposite direction, so I tapped him once, lightly, on the arm. ‘Excuse me please,’ I said.

I expected him to turn, see the pushchair, and step out of the way. Instead he swung around, and glared at me with utter disgust. ‘Don’t touch me,’ he shouted, and the entire bus went completely silent.

My first instinct was to ignore him, and keep walking, since he was clearly a bit unhinged (and looked more than a little bit like Raoul Moat – seriously!) but he just kept shouting. ‘You don’t know me,’ he raved. ‘How dare you touch me?’

After the day I’d had, I wasn’t in the mood to cop an earful of abuse on top of it. ‘Well, get out of the way then,’ I snapped, half expecting him to punch me as I walked past.

He was still ranting away as I finally manoeuvred the pushchair into place. ‘Who do you think you are?’ he bellowed.

‘A pregnant lady with a baby,’ I yelled back. I don’t think he’d actually realised I was pregnant until that moment, because he suddenly went quiet (although I doubt that someone who’d hurl abuse at a mother struggling with a young child would care if she was preggers or not).

I don’t know when he got off the bus, as I was staring out the window, biting the side of my cheek almost clean through, trying not to cry. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing that he’d upset me.

I should point out that not a single person on that bus said a word in my defence – although a lovely Australian girl came up to me later. ‘Don’t let that guy bother you,’ she said. ‘What an asshole!’

So I finally made it home, drained and shocked that someone would speak to me like that. The perfect end to the ‘Day from Hell’. I was just glad to see the back of it.

Have you ever experienced such rudeness???