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They are at the bus stop, waiting.

At the Bus Stop

A husband and wife wait at the bus stop with their nine children. After a few minutes, a blind man joins them.

The Overloaded Bus

When the bus arrives, they discover it is overloaded. Only the wife and the nine kids manage to board.

Walking Together

Frustrated, the husband and the blind man decide to walk. After some time, the husband grows irritated by the blind man’s cane tapping on the sidewalk.

A Frustrating Exchange

He snaps, “Why don’t you put a piece of rubber on your stick? That ticking sound is driving me crazy.”

The blind man replies sharply, “If you had put a rubber on your stick, we’d be riding the bus. So shut the hell up.”

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