Two days ago, I had the most emotional bus ride of my life. At about noon, on February 4, I left school on the big blue bus line 7. The bus took me down to Pico and Bundy where I got off and waited for the big blue bus line 10, which would take me all the way to downtown LA. As I waited for the bus, I noticed that a Taco Bell was located right next to the bus stop which intrigued me because half of the bus riders waiting for the ten were Mexican and many went to purchase items from the fast food restaurant. This was a smart location for the taco bell.
The bus finally arrived and everyone began to board the pre-packed bus. As I got on I noticed that many people were standing up. I noticed the front was full, the middle was full but the back was empty so why did these bus riders choose to stand up. Immediately, I spotted the problem. There was a fat pregnant lady, wearing a black sweat attire whom was covered with crumbs and crying hysterically. It came to my realization that this was a stereotype, because she was a fat pregnant lady, wearing a black sweat attire whom was covered with crumbs and crying hysterically, she became a rejected mad woman that no one cared or showed sympathy for. Being media literate, I sat down to the lady, offered her a slice of pizza and made a persons day.
