I knew I was in trouble...
when the guy I was travelling across the city with turned out to be a raving alcoholic.

It was obvious from the moment I met up with him that his colleagues didn’t like him one little bit, in fact they felt he wasn’t worth the effort. Washed out, in fact. So they’d palmed me off on him. All he had to do was get me to my destination.

Everything started out fine. He gave me a lift in his car - sat me in the back for some reason, though. Unfriendly gimp.

Then, after crashing and shooting some of his colleagues (I know! It surprised me, I can tell you!) he tells me he’s determined to get me where I’m going. I would have been more than happy to just give up, but he really did insist. Plus, he had a gun.

Next thing I know, he’s hijacked a bus complete with all its passengers. He gets them to tape newspaper up on the windows so his colleagues (there’s quite a lot of them now) can’t see in. And then all hell broke loose. I never knew a bus could take so many bullets and just. keep. going.

Still, he got me to my destination on time, so I wasn’t complaining. I don’t think his colleagues were too happy about it, though.

What’s worse, though is that I later found out one of his predecessors had done the same thing almost thirty years later. You would think they'd treat people like me better, wouldn’t you?
(dxg, Tue 30 Jun 2009, 15:56, 1 reply)

Ah, Sondra Locke.
How she gave me the horn.
( M3rx likes the Asian ladies, Wed 1 Jul 2009, 13:20, closed)