It's my bus
Today, at the bus stop, an old man approached to me, he asked if I cloud tell him when his bus was coming (line 159, branch L). This man has lost part of his vision by clouding of the eye lens, "the Cataract" he told me. He has a view range of almost ten meters, this was the reason he talked to me. I had felt the desperation of being old on this man. I told him "I'll tell you when the bus comes", but he also hasn't a sharp hearing (deafness), so I repeated this three times. In his white eyes I sought his relief, he was relaying on me. Then, after a few minutes, my bus was coming (not his), I've to take the this bus because I'm going to be late at work, but I can't leave the old man alone, I can't dissapoint him ... yes I cloud, I abandoned my mercy and taken that bus. I betrayed the old man.