I'm finally giving in and getting my environmentally conscious self a car. Sure, b/f has a car but our schedules are radically different. Normally I can rely on public transport (hence no car) but I'm finally reaching a point where I can be called out any time fo the day or night - our public transport system is very good but I can hardly expect buses to run at 3:00am and b/f is getting miffed at not finding the car in morning (besides, I'm technically not insured to drive it).
And I can be saved from buses! I hate buses! No, that's unfair. I like buses - I hate people ON buses. I really, really do.
If I get a bus, i want it top arrive on tiem. And it usually does. But not today - why? Because of BIDDIES! Old, scatty women who decide that they're going to pay the whole fare in pennies which they CAREFULLY count out one at a time (losing count about 3 or 4 times). The driver (nicely enough) won't drive off until they've sat down so the old dearies don't fall and break a hip (there is nothing in this world so fragile as an old lady's hip). There are old lady seats at the front of the bus - but noooo, they have to hobble their way down the full length of the bus while we wait for them to park themselves.
Then 2 of them sit together and have a conversation loud enough to wake up people in the houses we pass. I really don't want or need to know all about your vile feet and the problems you have with them and your various other health complaints - why tell everyone (this is almost as bad as people with mobile phones onm the bus who decide that they need to try and speak loudly enough for the other person to hear without electronic aid). It's early. I don't want to deal with noise.
Oh, but worse are the old folks who sit next to/near you and start to talk to you. The subtle hints to leave you alone bounce off them as they regale you with tales about... well ANYTHING. It's morning, I don't do the talky thing.
Then we have KIDS. Oh, how I hate kids in the morning. The ones who run screaming up and down the bus while their mother ignores them or just croons "please don't do that darling." Yeah, that'll help; get your anklebiter away from me or I'll cook and eat it. If it shrieks loud enough to melt my ear wax again I'm throwing it out the window. And the same goes for the mother if she keeps crooning in that loud saccharine way none stop for the ENTIRE journey. And no, your child's singing is not sweet and cute - it's a noise. A loud, painful, screechy noise. Do not encourage this noise to continue or you will be breaching several UN conventions and risk death by skinning.
I like the bus. But only when the people on it are me and people just like me (quiet, withdrawn anti-morning people) Everyone who isn't a quiet, withdrawn anti-morning person should be kept in a cage until noon.
And I can be saved from buses! I hate buses! No, that's unfair. I like buses - I hate people ON buses. I really, really do.
If I get a bus, i want it top arrive on tiem. And it usually does. But not today - why? Because of BIDDIES! Old, scatty women who decide that they're going to pay the whole fare in pennies which they CAREFULLY count out one at a time (losing count about 3 or 4 times). The driver (nicely enough) won't drive off until they've sat down so the old dearies don't fall and break a hip (there is nothing in this world so fragile as an old lady's hip). There are old lady seats at the front of the bus - but noooo, they have to hobble their way down the full length of the bus while we wait for them to park themselves.
Then 2 of them sit together and have a conversation loud enough to wake up people in the houses we pass. I really don't want or need to know all about your vile feet and the problems you have with them and your various other health complaints - why tell everyone (this is almost as bad as people with mobile phones onm the bus who decide that they need to try and speak loudly enough for the other person to hear without electronic aid). It's early. I don't want to deal with noise.
Oh, but worse are the old folks who sit next to/near you and start to talk to you. The subtle hints to leave you alone bounce off them as they regale you with tales about... well ANYTHING. It's morning, I don't do the talky thing.
Then we have KIDS. Oh, how I hate kids in the morning. The ones who run screaming up and down the bus while their mother ignores them or just croons "please don't do that darling." Yeah, that'll help; get your anklebiter away from me or I'll cook and eat it. If it shrieks loud enough to melt my ear wax again I'm throwing it out the window. And the same goes for the mother if she keeps crooning in that loud saccharine way none stop for the ENTIRE journey. And no, your child's singing is not sweet and cute - it's a noise. A loud, painful, screechy noise. Do not encourage this noise to continue or you will be breaching several UN conventions and risk death by skinning.
I like the bus. But only when the people on it are me and people just like me (quiet, withdrawn anti-morning people) Everyone who isn't a quiet, withdrawn anti-morning person should be kept in a cage until noon.