A bus driver actually helped me out
(not the 484 this time, some double decker)

I've always had a messy head of hair. One time, I had moved down from the top deck quite frankly I didn't feel like being kicked to shit and that's where it was going. As I was the only other person other than the driver, I sat behind the Plexiglas by the back door.

I was left alone for a while. The bus dinged so I knew they were getting off, I was expecting something. Instead they all got off, one by one, doing nothing until the last bastard grabbed my hair as he got off. I opened the window, gave the finger and suggested he try it again.

The dumb fucker put his arm through the window. You know, the horizontal opening? I grabbed his wrists, pulled his arm through to the elbow and called politely for the driver to continue.

"Fucking move it!"

The horror on his face as the bus slowly started pulling away, then as he saw the Ford Fiesta he was heading for. I let him have his arm back and he bounced lightly off the bonnet.

PS: It was London so I still didn't say thank you to the driver.
(MrTeapot hasn't played with himself since, Sat 27 Jun 2009, 15:57, 2 replies)

You cunt. I always say thank you. Unless they're late. So not that often really.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Sat 27 Jun 2009, 18:59, closed)

Not
a London native I take it?
(MrTeapot hasn't played with himself since, Sat 27 Jun 2009, 20:29, closed)