On the bus, the woman who just got on is taking her seat with speed between reasonable and impressively fast for someone with a cane. The bus is still stopped, so there isn't the pressure of dealing the the jostling of bus movement for her, or for the man who got on behind her.

The man who got on behind her is, however, furious and fuming. "Come on, come on," he says enragedly. I'm thinking it must be difficult for him to live as the imperfect creature any human being is.