Drugs & Buses
Every day (until next week when I move out of this god-forsaken town), I have to ride a cramped, smelly, nasty bus called "74". It goes from Judytown to West Yan'an Road, though I get off at Beixinjing Subway Station.
Most of the time, it's a relatively normal ride. You get the peasants staring, the people pushing & shoving & staring, and the occasional screaming baby... staring. A couple days ago, however, I saw this at the exit of the bus.
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| From Shanghai, Chi... |
Oh yes, that is INDEED a hypodermic needle! Don't believe me? Here's a close-up.
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| From Shanghai, Chi... |
Why is there a needle on the bus, I ask myself. For what purpose would injecting yourself on a bumpy, crowded bus be made necessary? Was this something so drastic, or life threatening that it couldn't wait until the destination was reached? Or at least some place where one bump wouldn't have someone accidentally injecting the neighboring passenger?
And then... why just disregard the needle at the exit of the bus? Why not throw it into a proper receptacle upon exiting the bus? Oh... wait... This is China. I forgot.
The "needle end" of the syringe had already been busted off by the trampling feet of workers, shoppers, whackshack girls & the likes. Who knows where that part ended up. For safety's sake, hopefully not injected into the heel of a happy bus rider.
