I know youve all been waiting with baited breath for my next tale of city transit martyrs, so I wont keep you any longer.
I picked my G.F up from work on boxing day, and spent T-10 seconds fucking around with the fuckwits worshiping the deity of boxing day. So we cut through a department store to get to the stop without incident, dirty hockey elbows aside! Me and her are sitting midway in the bus just shooting the shit about Boxing day drones mulling through the land of the sheep.
This old guy, Im assuming he was listening to one of my rants when he decided to turn around, cussed me out. I just flashed him my fuck you smirk and he turned around muttering to himself. Well he just keeps going off to himself, soo much so that the people sitting in his verbal assault range decide to move to other seats or just wait for another bus. So me and the Gal just write him off as a day passer, and continue to guffaw it up about random crap.
A Muslim guy gets on the bus and mister friendly says something to him as he passes, and all of a sudden it a race fueled battle of the junkies. The old dude is not holding any punches, but has the balls to say that hes not going to sit on a bus filled with fowl language and hops off, meanwhile the Muslim guy is going on about how much crack the Old Fucker has been smoking. While the old dude continues his assault from outside the bus. More people get off and duck into the nearest shop, braving the lusty shoppers as opposed to the language of mass idiocy!
The bus driver (an east Indian) tries to get the Muslim guy to stop with the swearing, to no avail, and threatens to have him taken off the bus. The Muslim changes tactics and lites into the driver, who is less English savvy than our Aladdin friend, and sits down in his seat and starts driving away. We drive past old mr Friendly and the two exchange sign language as well as some other exciting words.
We thought this was the end of the fun and games until Aladdin start flipping off random people outside on the streets followed with barrage after barrage of colorful language. Me and the G.F friend decided they must have shared bunks back at the Asylum, its the only thing that can explain how intimately they seemed to know each other!
All in all a really great time, I think from now on Im going to go back to carrying my camera, and taping everything for the internet. Start my own Community interest news stories, that sort of thing.
Now what to call it...................
I picked my G.F up from work on boxing day, and spent T-10 seconds fucking around with the fuckwits worshiping the deity of boxing day. So we cut through a department store to get to the stop without incident, dirty hockey elbows aside! Me and her are sitting midway in the bus just shooting the shit about Boxing day drones mulling through the land of the sheep.
This old guy, Im assuming he was listening to one of my rants when he decided to turn around, cussed me out. I just flashed him my fuck you smirk and he turned around muttering to himself. Well he just keeps going off to himself, soo much so that the people sitting in his verbal assault range decide to move to other seats or just wait for another bus. So me and the Gal just write him off as a day passer, and continue to guffaw it up about random crap.
A Muslim guy gets on the bus and mister friendly says something to him as he passes, and all of a sudden it a race fueled battle of the junkies. The old dude is not holding any punches, but has the balls to say that hes not going to sit on a bus filled with fowl language and hops off, meanwhile the Muslim guy is going on about how much crack the Old Fucker has been smoking. While the old dude continues his assault from outside the bus. More people get off and duck into the nearest shop, braving the lusty shoppers as opposed to the language of mass idiocy!
The bus driver (an east Indian) tries to get the Muslim guy to stop with the swearing, to no avail, and threatens to have him taken off the bus. The Muslim changes tactics and lites into the driver, who is less English savvy than our Aladdin friend, and sits down in his seat and starts driving away. We drive past old mr Friendly and the two exchange sign language as well as some other exciting words.
We thought this was the end of the fun and games until Aladdin start flipping off random people outside on the streets followed with barrage after barrage of colorful language. Me and the G.F friend decided they must have shared bunks back at the Asylum, its the only thing that can explain how intimately they seemed to know each other!
All in all a really great time, I think from now on Im going to go back to carrying my camera, and taping everything for the internet. Start my own Community interest news stories, that sort of thing.
Now what to call it...................
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I now have 2 evil weasels..they are driving me insane!!!