Flabbergasted

"Please Excuse us." Angy kept on saying as we thrust ourselves through the spaces between the people occupying the bus passage. "Lack of space" somebody exclaimed irritated. "Sorry." I apologized to the unidentified one whom I had pushed mistakenly. Everyone was busy climbing on top of each other to get a clear picture of the chaos going on in the former part of the bus. Our bus was standing still in the corner of the highway road. I peeped above the heads of a few people standing in front of me. There I saw an old woman.