a.) I’m not for the OP’s POV, I’m merely for the maintaining the accuracy of what she said vs. what people are then translating her to have meant.
b.) I’m sure the seats are in the same place. I just couldn’t remember if she’d said THE back seats or was merely referring to the back portion (or third, or area, or whatever) of the bus or whatever. “…the back of the bus…” could encompass more bus real estate than just the very last row.
c.) FWIW, every bus I’ve been unfortunate enough to ride in, the very back seats were always where the cool kids, of all racial varieties, congregated.
This is a wonderful thread. I do enjoy a good trainwreck–or buswreck in this case. The only thing that’s missing is Nazis. The teenage girls weren’t eating Death to the Jews! brand potato chips, were they?
That link only took me to something that said I wasn’t logged in to Giraffe. I have a feeling that the OP, based on entitled opinions re: other subjects, would have RATHER started a lot of nonsense rather than do it quietly and effectively. I have a sneaking suspicion that her request of the girls wasn’t as polite as she stated (back of bus, or seats closer to the front). And that, coupled with normal teen girl snottiness, is what caused the issue.
It’s just a link to an X-Ray of a shattered leg, fixed with lots of plates and screws to hold it all together, and zipper-style skin-stapling to hold the wounds shut. Which, unfortunately, happened to be my left leg. And I’m still recovering from. And except for the 2 screws that were taken out in the third surgery, are all still there.
You could probably google up a thousand pictures like it. I’m not my doctor’s first leg to fix, by any stretch… Nor is he the first doc to specialize in that field.