Brad and I bought month long bus passes so we can cruise Seattle without wasting gas or paying the outrageous parking fees downtown.

We ventured downtown yesterday.  We took a quick tour of the Seattle Art Museum.  It is free the first Thursday of every month.  We weren’t too impressed with most of the exhibits seeing as how we’re not into the whole mod art abstract craziness which consumed much of the space in the SAM.

So we wandered through Pike Place market again.  We checked on the prices of the fruits and vegetables but decided not to get any.

We hopped over to the Seattle’s Best Coffee and split an Earl Grey tea.  We sat there for a long while working on some articles. 

I tried to take a photo of some vagabonds playing dominoes but they were Mexican and I don’t think they understood what I was saying.  They declined to have their picture taken.  It would have been a good one too.

After a couple of hours we decided to head back to our house for fear that Lucy might have chewed a hole through her pop up kennel and destroyed the house.

We headed to the bus stop and waited amongst bums and businessmen for the number 7 to arrive.

Brad noticed a drunk man stumbling around and asked “Hey you Ok man?”.  The guy just stared, perhaps grunted a few syllables, but did not respond.

We kept an eye on him.  I noticed a yellow liquid had formed around him which led me to believe he pissed his pants, but Brad later told me that it was just beer leaking from his plastic bag.

Finally our bus arrived and Brad turned the guy and told him it was the ”number 7” .  The drunk man gave the same blank stare.

We found seats on the bus, and I pondered that man’s situation.  We tried to help. 

We watched him get up through the bus window and somehow stumble his way to the door to make it on just before the driver took off. 

Oh great, I thought.  This is the last place this guy should be right now.

He nearly fell down on his way to the back seat. 

We couldn’t see him from where we were sitting, but commotion in the back of the bus led me to believe that he was causing some sort of problems. 

I think some people notified the bus driver of him, but we reached our stop before we saw any action being taken.

Brad and I talked about it once we got off. 

As usual, we discussed what the right thing to do was in this situation.

This man wasn’t our brother or a member of our close knit community.  We gave him an opportunity to receive help and he did not respond.  We feel that we did our part as his neighbor.

It’s an extremely unfortunate situation.  Unfortunate for the man, unfortunate for the people sitting near him on the bus, and unfortunate for the bus driver who now has to figure out what to do with him.  His problem became many people’s problems. 

I hope he made it somewhere where he can receive help, but I fear that he may be in the same exact situation today. 

I hope that we did the right thing.