...when I was on the bus going home:
A group of like six or seven (black) kids who are all like eight, ten, twelve years old get on the bus at once at the outskirt of the mall area where it's degenerating into randomly-placed minimalls, and suddenly the (black) bus driver is like, "Hey man, don't you try and go by," and he calls out a (younger) boy who tried to get on the bus for free, and he says something that if he needs to use the bus and doesn't have the money, that's okay, just tell him, but don't try to pull something like that and go by, and then he lets him on the bus for free, and then the kids go and sit down, but they kind of walk around the bus some too, and you can see people quietly arrange their bags so they're safe, and then a (slightly older) girl comes up and asks me if she can use my phone to call someone and I say no, and then she goes to the other side of the bus opposite me to ask the same thing of two (younger) (Asian) women and a(n older) (Asian) woman who's separate from them, and they all pretend like they don't speak (English) and just stare straight ahead with on-guard postures and pretend not to pay attention, and then I can hear from the back that the (slightly older) girl is finally on the phone somehow and she says something about letting someone know something and they'll try to be somewhere by some time, and it's like 7pm at this point and the youngest kid is honestly like eight and there's no adults in sight, and then a bit after that we're back at the main station, and the driver gives all of them free transfers, including the (younger) boy who didn't have enough money for the bus in the first place.
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