The there was the time...
my mate Ron, being all of about 14 or 15, was waiting at the bus stop, skate board in hand, to get to school. Being the fact that pretty much everyone in Sussex is a miserable fuckwit and out to get pleasure by bringing others down to their miserable fuckwit level by any means of making their life as difficult as unnecessarily possible, the bus driver 'tsked' at my friend and told him he didn't have change for the crisp purple score note Ron held out.

"OK", says he, "let me change it in the shop and I'll be back"
"Nah mate," quoth the driver, "you'll just have to wait for the next bus"
"I don't think so, you've got to wait if you're not carrying change," said our little upstart Ron, who proceeded to leave his skateboard in the doorway of the bus as some kind of reverse psychology collateral, thinking the miserable fuck wouldn't do anything. So the driver starts to close the doors, giving Ron merely enough time to grab his deck before the doors slammed on it.
Then, adding salt to the wounds, the driver opens the door again while he begins to set off and goes, "What's a kid your age doing with a twenty anyway?"
Ron? "Cos my dad's not a fucking bus driver!"
(Mr_Lew, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 14:54, Reply)