Buses and plastic bags

Sometimes I wonder what parents are teaching their kids. Because today, on the bus home, I saw something that made me feel like screaming at the kid.

First of all it was almost rush hour, and the bus was slowly filling up. So there I was listening to my iPod almost dozing off. Nearing Toa Payoh, three aunties boarded the bus. I gave one of them my seat, leaving two. And there's when I realised that there was an empty seat, oh wait, it wasn't empty, it was occupied by a plastic bag. A plastic bag that could have fitted nicely ontop of the bag of its owner, a horizontally challenged Indian boy. But no, the plastic bag had to have a seat of its own during rush hour, while there were people standing.

And the worse thing? One of the aunties came towards the seat thinking that it was empty, only to be disappointed to find it occupied by a plastic bag. Luckily, the lady sitting infront of the kid gave her seat up to the auntie. Thus resolving a potentially awkward situation for the kid.

I wonder if I should have said or done something. But then I couldn't be bothered.