I caught the bus without much wait or incident and was well on my way to the Launchpad with time to spare. There were a handful of people on the bus, and we were blowing past empty stops like we were a Rapid Ride.
In Edo, a stop requested shook me from my thoughts as we slowed for the stop just east of Edith. The guy across from me got up with his three bags of groceries and held onto the rail as we slowed then stopped. The driver dutifully opened the back door and he stepped out of the curb.
On the curb where he stepped off, someone or something had laid a carpet of loose sand and stepping off, his feet slipped out from under him and down he went. It sounded like it hurt and he got up, slowly, as the security guard went out the front door to circle back around to him.
He wasn't visibly hurt, but hard thumps can come back hours or days later.
The driver asked, "Do you want to file a report?"
He checked his groceries. "Yeah, I think so. The city should have to pay for this."
The driver unclipped his seatbelt and said, "Well, we're going to be here a while."
I was out the door and down the street, finishing up my trip by foot.