I HATE THEM!!!
To every good idea, there is a limit, and that is no different to my liberalism, open mind, and pacifism. The limit my friends, lies with the incompetent cabbages that drive buses for what passes as a living.
I was waiting outside college, tired, in pain, when the bus decided not to show up for half an hour. Finally it does. Full. Had to stand up next to a fat man with personal hygiene issues, and an elderly woman who kept on talking to me about the state of her home. LIKE I CARE?!?!?!
Bus arrived at the bus station after numerous traffic jams at the bus station, where most of the passengers disembark and usually pick up a new driver. I need to go to the other side of town from the bus (it follows a figure-of-8 route, and im the other side of the 8 from college).
An hour later, still waiting, with annoying girls with annoying Northampton accents and the most diabolically simple and retarded topic of conversation (who snogged who in whatever Iberian island) sitting behind me while in the meantime my blood pressure is steadily rising.
Finally lose it, kick the doors open (the emergency button wasnt working). Get onto the next bus, whereupon I have a massive argument with the bus driver that he wouldnt let me on with the other ticket. I threaten to sue. Victory is mine. I then proceed to explain why he shouldn't smoke on a no-smoking bus with babies, pregnant women and astema suffers on board. Victory is mine.
I go home and stew.
Discuss my bad day.

To every good idea, there is a limit, and that is no different to my liberalism, open mind, and pacifism. The limit my friends, lies with the incompetent cabbages that drive buses for what passes as a living.
I was waiting outside college, tired, in pain, when the bus decided not to show up for half an hour. Finally it does. Full. Had to stand up next to a fat man with personal hygiene issues, and an elderly woman who kept on talking to me about the state of her home. LIKE I CARE?!?!?!
Bus arrived at the bus station after numerous traffic jams at the bus station, where most of the passengers disembark and usually pick up a new driver. I need to go to the other side of town from the bus (it follows a figure-of-8 route, and im the other side of the 8 from college).
An hour later, still waiting, with annoying girls with annoying Northampton accents and the most diabolically simple and retarded topic of conversation (who snogged who in whatever Iberian island) sitting behind me while in the meantime my blood pressure is steadily rising.
Finally lose it, kick the doors open (the emergency button wasnt working). Get onto the next bus, whereupon I have a massive argument with the bus driver that he wouldnt let me on with the other ticket. I threaten to sue. Victory is mine. I then proceed to explain why he shouldn't smoke on a no-smoking bus with babies, pregnant women and astema suffers on board. Victory is mine.
I go home and stew.
Discuss my bad day.
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