I wanted to wish a Merry Christmas to the driver and passengers of the #21 yesterday who neglected to offer up a seat when I limped painfully onto the bus at Bayers Lake with my toddler and stroller. I had torn my quadricep muscle minutes before when I lunged to stop my son from wandering into traffic (I get it: Bayers Lake is a death-trap to pedestrians, we won't be back), and I could barely walk. The only open space was at the bottle-neck, near the rear door, which forced new passengers to squeeze past us to find a seat or exit. I would have folded up the stroller to make space, if I hadn't been close to panicking about my injury, trying to keep my son calm, and figuring out how we were going to get home. Thanks, also to the passengers at the back of the bus who, evidently, didn't learn how to take turns when they were children, and opted to ignore me as they all departed the bus in a stream. Making us watch and wait until the bus was nearly empty did help in one way: it brought me in close proximity to the only caring person on the bus, who offered to help me lower our stroller to the pavement; something I wasn't physically capable of doing in my condition. So, with the exception of that single woman (who has the eternal gratitude of a mom in need), the rest of you can go to hell. Now I know what to expect from my fellow Haligonians. Fuck you. —Insult to Injury