Chivalry is dead. My bus was late, this evening. Meaning I would probably miss the other one I had to transfer into. But fortunately it [the 169] was still standing there, when I got out of the 31. But I had to cross most part of the street to get to it. Instead of notifying the driver of my arrival, the bystanders just stood there. Looking at me. As if I was strange for running towards a departing bus. They just stood there. I hate it when they do that. Luckily I made it just in time. But it's the thought that counts.