Bus Cuntery
Pearoast: If you've been here for more than a year, you will have read this tale of bus-anthropy last on the 'public transport' QOTW.

We're on the way home from a long, hot day at work and the bus driver is twatting along his route like a rally driver. My mate gets a bit 'Daily Mail' in such situations, taking it upon himself to restore order. At the next red light, he marches up to the front and says (in a suitably condescending tone) "Oi, 'mate', what... are... you ... doing? It's not a fucking sports car"

"I'm the driver, I know what I'm doing" blustered the pompous, corpulent ruddy-faced cunt in that unique 'Transport for London knows best' delivery.

"No 'mate', if you knew what you were doing, you wouldn't be doing what you're doing." was his instant (and now legendary) response.

The open-mouthed bus puppeteer pondered this pearl of wisdom for a second, then his head dropped as the anvil of truth smashed into his simple brain. His veil of superiority had been ripped away by a succinct one-liner, destroying whatever career credibility he assumed he had. The lights turned green. Dejected and deflated, he pulled away slowly and we enjoyed the rest of the journey in limousine-smooth comfort.
( chart cat has an itch, Sat 27 Jun 2009, 7:07, 2 replies)

Beautiful

(blinkin the merrily misanthropic IT gremlin, Sat 27 Jun 2009, 20:50, closed)

Read it before? Yep
Still enjoy the speed and wit of the comeback when I read it again? Oh yes indeedy.

*click*
( TheMagicDwarf is back like ballroom dancing, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 11:07, closed)