International Women's Day

With a hiss of hydraulics, the doors shut and the bus starts to pull away from the curb. I catch a tumble of red out of the corner of my eye, and turn to see an older woman run past me up the middle of the street, making pretty good speed.

When she gets to the bus, though, instead of climbing on board herself, she stops and stands directly in front of it, arms wide, and peers over her shoulder back the way she came with an encouraging look. 

A older man hobbles past me, as fast as he can, and she holds the bus and everybody on it there until he catches up, then takes his arm, and the pair clamber on board together.

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