Of course there was a woman talking loudly and angrily on the phone the entire half hour bus ride this morning. I use that time to read and it’s a big pet peeve to get that wrecked for an entire morning. Of course she was calling person after person, angrily trying to find out what was going on with her husband’s parole revocation. Apparently, they’d been out somewhere the night before and she made him drive, but he got some kind of ticket and was back in jail. She didn’t seem clear on why.
This drove me up a wall.
But…I tried to feel some compassion. It wouldn’t help her or him at all, but I tried to feel it anyway. Sure there was no way to not have her and his extremely private business aired out before everyone on the bus with her talking so loudly and angrily, sometimes on speakerphone, in such a public place. However, I thought about how earth-shattering an event this was for them, how panicked she probably was and how she probably had no idea what to do. Bus etiquette was surely the last thing that was important to her at that point.
I focused on how this meant she probably wasn’t going to be able to pay rent because she no longer had a car to hustle up the money (I heard all this, I’m not assuming. I’m guessing the car he’d been driving must have been impounded or something.). I focused on how her husband was apparently only allowed out of his cell for an hour a day and she had no idea what the reason was for his current incarceration. Her life was clearly in a huge crisis and she was probably doing the best she could to try to get a handle on it. Combine that with the fact that he’s likely not getting out for at least a few days under any circumstances (fixed parole issue, bond, whatever) since it was Friday and most jails wait until Monday rather than release over weekends.
I tried to give her sympathy, even though she couldn’t use it for crap, rather than the mounting irritation that wouldn’t have done me any good anyway.