Fucking Stagecoach Drivers
I was on the bus last week, on my way to fix an old lady's pc (I do it to earn a bit of dosh on top of college. She keeps recommending me to all her coffe morning friends, and I've found if I undercharge they pay me more and recommend me further... *evil laugh*)

Anyways, I was on the bus (South Manchester, UK) coming up to my stop, when we hit a traffic jam (caused by roadworks at a rather busy junction up ahead... aha! jobsworth workmen as well... they should be doing it on the weekend) and as we inched closer to the stop a queue formed behind me, waiting to get off.

We were 10 metres from the stop, and I said "Can you let us off here, mate?"

"No, I can only let you off at actual stops - (get this...) - if you have an accident, I lose my job"

"OK, I will take all responsibility - will you let me off now?"

"No, you'll have to wait."

The fucking twat was on such a power trip that he made us wait until he had lined up the doors exactly with the shelter.

One thousand apologies for the length, master. *bows
( Lord Keeps meaning to procrastinate., Thu 12 May 2005, 16:21, Reply)