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Fuck the bus company
Dec. 30th, 2013 11:57 pmLet's see how well the left-handed typing goes. Uh, yeah, the right hand's got a few cracks and bashes again. Which gets in the way of typing, gaming, swordplay... fiddling with model parts is out, and I wouldn't be surprised if antthing involving wrist action is out.
So, didn't go to bed last night until 6am this morning, then when I did get up I was rushing about to go and visit my mother-in-law in hospital (taking her some washed nighties), so, being knackered to start with, was not best pleased at bus company incompetence.
Specifically, instead of returning me with my return ticket, to the point of origin, fucking off in the direction of York, in spite of all the information on their timetable (maybe the shift was over) and leaving me stuck at a bust stop on the edge of a small village in the pitch dark. "There's a bus back to Wetherby in five minutes" the cunt said. Add forty to that. Unless you count the one after twenty that was "Out Of Service". So, yeah, my long-standing grudge against bus companies as being a bunch of sadistic cunts on principle, continues unabated.
Which reminds me of the wrist and knuckle injuries, which may be not entirely unconnected to having to find something to do for three quarters of an hour in a dark lane with only some bus company furnishings for company. And bus company with which I now have somewhat of a grudge. And a need to remodel their stuff. And nothing else to do.
At least their cunt of a driver (All British public transport bus driver are cunts, I may have said this before, cos it has been my long experience) didn't think to try to suggest I pay extra for the extra bit of journey. Cos' I'd have fucking decked him.
So, didn't go to bed last night until 6am this morning, then when I did get up I was rushing about to go and visit my mother-in-law in hospital (taking her some washed nighties), so, being knackered to start with, was not best pleased at bus company incompetence.
Specifically, instead of returning me with my return ticket, to the point of origin, fucking off in the direction of York, in spite of all the information on their timetable (maybe the shift was over) and leaving me stuck at a bust stop on the edge of a small village in the pitch dark. "There's a bus back to Wetherby in five minutes" the cunt said. Add forty to that. Unless you count the one after twenty that was "Out Of Service". So, yeah, my long-standing grudge against bus companies as being a bunch of sadistic cunts on principle, continues unabated.
Which reminds me of the wrist and knuckle injuries, which may be not entirely unconnected to having to find something to do for three quarters of an hour in a dark lane with only some bus company furnishings for company. And bus company with which I now have somewhat of a grudge. And a need to remodel their stuff. And nothing else to do.
At least their cunt of a driver (All British public transport bus driver are cunts, I may have said this before, cos it has been my long experience) didn't think to try to suggest I pay extra for the extra bit of journey. Cos' I'd have fucking decked him.
