Buses
We've got a local bus driver who likes to pull away slowly just to see how far old ladies with shopping trollies will chase him down the road. By popular demand - tell us your thrilling bus anecdotes.
Thanks to glued eel for the suggestion
( , Thu 25 Jun 2009, 13:14)
We've got a local bus driver who likes to pull away slowly just to see how far old ladies with shopping trollies will chase him down the road. By popular demand - tell us your thrilling bus anecdotes.
Thanks to glued eel for the suggestion
( , Thu 25 Jun 2009, 13:14)
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Tesco's Car Park
I drove into the car park and turned left into the overflow car park when a small 'skipper' style city bus made its way aggresively towards me, the driver peeping and gesticulating wildly....my error was to go round the forlorn 'one way system', the wrong way.
Forlorn, because all the road marking had wearily rubbed off some time before and I had been using the car park for about 2 years and was completely unaware of any 'system'...
The cunt screamed in an apoplectic rage, passengers on board and everything. I parked my trusty Tipo and walked towards his open door
"whats the problem mate"
"YOU CAME THE WRONG WAY ROUND THE BLOODY ONE WAY YOU FUCKING IDIOT"
"really, well, i apologise, no harm done...but don't you think that is a ridiculous way to talk to someone when you have passengers on board?"
*spluttering rage*
"not very professional, is it mate?"
and i walk away, smug...only to step partially into the path of an delivery lorry, it was still 10 yards away, but i got a fright and the lorry driver peeped...
..and the bus driver laughed like a drain, well more of a sneering cackle...his hate had borne fruit.....
well, that was enough for me, my previously impeccable decorum was smashed...i strode over to the bus and hocked up a very vigorous throat oyster onto his windscreen...fucking magic
I could hear his howls of rage and bitter hatred fade into the distance as i made my way into the cathedral of consumerism......
i done my shopping
I left with the sinking feeling that he saw me come in and could have raped my little Tipo...so it was with no surprise that i returned to the car to see teh cousin of my throat oyster dribbling down my windscreen.
the dirty bastard had jumped off the bus, found my car and returned the favour, then he must have got back on the bus and delivered the passengers to where they were going
I suspect he's dead by now, blew a fucking gasket, the stupid, enraged old cunt!!
But hey, we all love a good confrontation though, eh?
( , Fri 26 Jun 2009, 11:50, Reply)
I drove into the car park and turned left into the overflow car park when a small 'skipper' style city bus made its way aggresively towards me, the driver peeping and gesticulating wildly....my error was to go round the forlorn 'one way system', the wrong way.
Forlorn, because all the road marking had wearily rubbed off some time before and I had been using the car park for about 2 years and was completely unaware of any 'system'...
The cunt screamed in an apoplectic rage, passengers on board and everything. I parked my trusty Tipo and walked towards his open door
"whats the problem mate"
"YOU CAME THE WRONG WAY ROUND THE BLOODY ONE WAY YOU FUCKING IDIOT"
"really, well, i apologise, no harm done...but don't you think that is a ridiculous way to talk to someone when you have passengers on board?"
*spluttering rage*
"not very professional, is it mate?"
and i walk away, smug...only to step partially into the path of an delivery lorry, it was still 10 yards away, but i got a fright and the lorry driver peeped...
..and the bus driver laughed like a drain, well more of a sneering cackle...his hate had borne fruit.....
well, that was enough for me, my previously impeccable decorum was smashed...i strode over to the bus and hocked up a very vigorous throat oyster onto his windscreen...fucking magic
I could hear his howls of rage and bitter hatred fade into the distance as i made my way into the cathedral of consumerism......
i done my shopping
I left with the sinking feeling that he saw me come in and could have raped my little Tipo...so it was with no surprise that i returned to the car to see teh cousin of my throat oyster dribbling down my windscreen.
the dirty bastard had jumped off the bus, found my car and returned the favour, then he must have got back on the bus and delivered the passengers to where they were going
I suspect he's dead by now, blew a fucking gasket, the stupid, enraged old cunt!!
But hey, we all love a good confrontation though, eh?
( , Fri 26 Jun 2009, 11:50, Reply)
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